Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison
Little shakes with an evil grin on my face
If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this
The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The horn screams through the night
Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.
The gap in his grin was very off putting
Even though everything else was perfect
Eleanor tried to ignore it, to be happy, no thrilled, with all the rest
That proved futile since she kept finding herself focusing on it
His smile seemed to accentuate the piece of spinach stuck there
The cards spoke of fate, but the future they predicted was always left up to interpretation of the one reading them. Most people were almost illiterate. Preston fancied himself better than that.
He pondered that conclusion as he stared at the cards before him. He knew his present was a pair of jacks grinning at him, but his future? The jacks might have been a good a few hands ago, but now he was down to just a two more big blinds.
“What will it be?” asked Jerry with that lopsided grin he always wore. He sat behind a large chip stack that everyone at the table had been contributing to over the last hour or so. Preston stared at his opponent trying to get a read, but Jerry was a stone wall.
Preston thought about folding, but there wasn’t a promise of a better hand in the wings. This was the poker player’s dilemma. What did the future hold?
The jacks were mute, but Preston decided that the future was bright. He didn’t care if the light was that of victory or the burn out of defeat. He adjusted his shades and matched Jerry’s goofy ass grin.
“All in.”
Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below
Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through
Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top
Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend
Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal
Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.
Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin
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Cupid struck him right upside his head
Reducing him to a puddle at her feet
Unhinged he lobbed a lopsided grin her direction
She didn’t catch it at all as she focused his wingman
Her mind went to mush as Cupid played his sick game
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Just because the puddle was there
Olivia jumped into it with both feet and a huge grin on her face
You would think nobody had ever seen an eighty year old woman do that before!
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