Soundlessly she moved through the hallway
If she was lucky, no one would see her either
Life as a ghost would be so much easier
Everyone would never see you, but the watery image you projected into the real world
Not that she wanted to give them even that.
Couldn’t they make her position remote and never have her speak to anyone?
Entering her classroom she pasted on a smile and said, “Good morning children.”
Log after log swung off the truck and onto the mud
Under a gray sky that threatened snow any day now
Maybe she would have time to get this cabin built, but it would be close, too close.
Before she had moved out here, all she knew was the stuff you got from Home Depot or Lowes
Every day in this wilderness ingrained into her a sense of place, a sense of nature
Reaching for the first log with her backhoe, she eased her future over the foundation wall. Time to build her future.
Bob pruned his dying orchid while contemplating Valentine’s Day. He hated the “holiday” with more passion than he felt about any relationship he had ever been in. The only redeeming quality was the reduced-price chocolates the next day. He popped one such morsel in his mouth as he moved to the next morbid plant, one given to him by his ex. That’s when he had an epiphany! He knew how to make Valentine’s Day special for everyone. The following year he made ten thousand dollars selling dead flowers and bouquets to people who wanted that special something… for their ex.
Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase
Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks
So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back
The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more
Loving games of chance, Tracy rolled the dice
Under her breath she uttered a prayer
Cascading down the table, tumbling over and over
Kismet wasn’t moved by her offering
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