The situation was very sticky that she found herself in
All the good intentions in the world were not going to help her now
Pushing the button, the last of her coins activated the slot machine
Everyone watched the miracle on the old grainy video when they pulled the …
Heatwave sent summer shimmers flowing down the black pavement
Yet those crashing waves offered no respite from the oppression
Determined to find relief, she struggled with the large retaining nut
Realizing it was too tight, she called out for help
And yet no one came to the rescue because a firetruck came around the corner
Now she was scared that she was going to be in big trouble for even considering such a thing
That was assuaged when they pulled out an even bigger wrench and viola the water flowed
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Suns spun in their gravitational dance around the galaxy
Planets pulled around and around each of those hot balls of nuclear fire
How amazing it was that the cosmic dance continued since time eternal
Every clear night she looked up at the dancers above
Reveling in the opportunity to study the performance
Embracing the challenge of cyphering out the music
She loved astrophysics
The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
Looking at all the items that were on the page
It was enough to make her depressed
So, she pulled out her lighter and flicked the switch
The smoke was her peace offering with herself
That’s when she pulled up her sleeves before
Reaching behind his ear to pull out a twenty-dollar bill
It amazed not only the crowd, but her as well
Checking again, she pulled yet another twenty from his ear. She tried again
Kept pulling out the money yet no one noticed his ears seemed to grow pointy
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Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way
Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology
Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes
Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles
However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him
Black hair slowly pulled through his fingers
Releasing the locks he began to get to work
Unkempt snarls scraped by, but he gently unraveled them
Soon he was able to sweep his hands through easily
Her moans of pleasure reminded him how much he liked being a hairdresser
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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