Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over
Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t
As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were
Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky
He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”
Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
Couldn’t spend his money fast enough
All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday
So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed
He looked to his mom. She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?
Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
Putting more things on the other things
It kept getting taller and taller
Letting him get more and more excited
Except when it all came crashing down and down when Mom came in
Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation
Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her
Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear
Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and
That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court
Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”
Putting two together was the desired goal of most people
And in some things, she would agree with them.
It didn’t apply to her socks. People always asked if her dryer ate one of them
Reality was she only bought singles since she usually got dressed in the dark.
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did
Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked
Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do
They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer
Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box
That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck
Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch
Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt
Except this time it didn’t burn. It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?
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