The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit
Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas
Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse
Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger
Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike
So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past
That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down
Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air
And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around
Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight
A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm
Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes
Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall
Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west
Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …
Sometimes you need something sweet.
Connie pointed to the orange cranberry pastry and paid for her splurge.
Once seated she dipped it in her coffee and took a bite.
Nothing prepared her for the explosion of signals from her tastebuds.
Everyone in her family preferred biscuits, but she would always be team…
The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
“Look, I know I have a bunch of sins, so sue me!”
“Everyone sins. Why are yours so different?”
“No one I know puts dill pickles on pizza like I do.”
“That’s a damnable offense. Repent you heathen, or enjoy hell!”
Being flexible was one of his strengths
Everyone knew he could roll with the worst of punches
Now they would still leave him bruised and bleeding
Didn’t break his spirit though
Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheath
Ordering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happen
Raising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upward
Kealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
Don’t fear the reaper was a phrase that didn’t make sense
Reaper represented death, the end, that’s all folks
Everyone should be fearful. They should be scared witless.
And that’s why he was so confused at the moment
Didn’t these people understand he was the real thing, especially on Halloween?
Nothing was the usual in that bar
Ordering a drink never meant that was what you got
Rarely did it matter since everyone was there for the ambiance
Magical unicorns walking around seemed to be enough
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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
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