In other news, I forgot to buy bread, she said.
Typical, he said. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
She scattered the groceries across the kitchen counters. She had lost sight of how to put them all away.
Archive for the ‘Not so true’ Category
Interpret
November 4, 2010One person’s spiral is another’s snail, and the wind blows through in so many different flavors. They thought they walked on fire, but on that day, it could have very well been heated rocks, or sun-warmed sand, or their own hearts underfoot.
Be careful what you say aloud, she said. Everyone interprets things differently.
They quieted their conversation then, listening, instead, to the rustle of leaves in the trees, or perhaps, of skirts somewhere off to the side.
Counting
October 30, 2010The dark sighed around her. She had awoken from something less like a dream, and more like a tumble through a viscous atmosphere. She lay very still, counting each rise and fall of her abdomen. She lay very still, counting each limb. She lay very still, counting on a swift trip toward morning.
The very best kind of different
October 26, 2010At midnight, he asked her whether she had ever seen a moon like that. She hesitated before answering–she wanted to be sure she told the truth. But it was all so complicated. There was so much more than shape, color, reflection at work. His fingers wrapped hers while she sifted for a word that meant the very best kind of different.
Indicator
October 22, 2010The sun crested the office building across the street and lit the rain drop by drop until rainbows appeared on the horizon. She could not keep from turning to look out her office window, high above the city, because sometimes there are things that are more important, sometimes the weather is all the indicator anyone needs of changes to come, sometimes the beautiful cannot be ignored.
All in
October 18, 2010There are times to hedge bets, and times to retreat from a bad hand, and sometimes the bust happens on the first deal, and sometimes late in the night, which looks just the same as day on the everlit casino floor.
But the house doesn’t win every single time, and on this particular night, as she pushed in all her chips and waited for the cards to turn, she felt the world tilt just slightly. No one else seemed to notice, but she was certain it was a sign the odds had shifted, finally, in her favor.
Story awaiting
October 10, 2010That night, she dreamed whispers and excerpts dispatched across the water that wrapped the city. As she slept, she saw singing and dancing, small flashes of bright light, a long car sliding up to a curb.
When she awoke, the story awaited her, laid out sentence by sentence on her nightstand. Somewhere in it, an untraditional girl wanted traditional things.
100 Proof 