Count them. Twenty-two. Read ’em and weep.
And that means you busted. You lost.
That’s not right. You speak of deceptions. I always win. I’m a winner
Can you follow the rules just this once? You don’t always have to win
Ha! That’s how a loser speaks. I won’t fall for your trap!
It hurt so badly, but that wasn’t the worst of it
Now he had to suffer from the consequences
Just thinking about that put him in an emotional tailspin
Unable to find which way was up
Reduced to a quivering mess of trauma
Emily had dumped him
Devastating his self-esteem and libido
Reach down and shift it into high gear
It jumps at your pounding of the accelerator
Determined to show you what it can do
Even if you will run out of gas
Chills ran down David’s spine
Outside was actually quite warm
And underneath the garment, he was sweating
The idea he was wearing Colombo’s trench was breathtaking
Damn! Why are you so afraid?
All of a sudden the lights went out.
Really? And you are a grown woman?
Killing you will be messier now, and I forgot my Swifter.
The aromas of honey and age greeted Kendra’s nostrils
As she opened it up and inhaled deeply
Salivating a bit she smiled and tried to take it all in
The flavors danced and spun such a complex tale
You never knew how good the story would be in an old book
Dipsy doo, spin and twirl
It made her stomach do flip flops
Zip to her left with another pirouette
Zoom to the right and then the ride was done
Yielding shaky legs and a reeling sense of balance
Age practically dripped from his eyes
Narrow crevices in his cheeks channeled it to his down turned lips
Catching on the stubble of his six day old white beard
It collected there until large drops of it plopped to the ground below
Eyeing those around him, he wondered if they realized how quickly time moved
Nothing had prepared him for that rapid transition
Too bad he couldn’t tell time to get off his lawn, else he might be fertilizing it
Going dead was such a drag
Having no sensations other than mind-numbing pain
Or the inability to have any strong emotions
So Wendy just haunted her surroundings
The way their daughter just floated through her days confused Wendy’s parents
The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face
Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore
Everything screamed pirate to him
And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet
So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place
Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right
Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches
Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf