Saturday, December 12, 2009

91. Josephine



The talk wasn’t going her way. She had planned and envisioned a completely different interaction, one where she was in charge. But he prodded her to divulge feelings she had been unprepared to bare. He accused her of self-editing that projected an aloofness he saw past. The moment had come to fess up.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

90. Lord of Lords



He was determined to relax and chill out once and for all. Apparently it would take some practice. The toll of the past few months left a black hole in his heart, he had certainly self-medicated to get through it. This, on the other hand, should be fun. He was holding a tiny aperitif, but he really wanted another beer.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

89. Soos Seuss



Others thought about his place in life, he did not. Every moment was a highlight and he moved through it surefooted and with a sense of hilarity about everything. His focus now demanded more. He analyzed what he saw and dissected his choice with care. Yes, the Dr. Seuss book would make the perfect gift for her.

88. The last dance.



It might have been their last dance together. She thought of it with a nostalgic taste in her soul desperately wanting to discover if he had that feeling too. She knew in her heart that neither one had experienced that sort of abandon in a long time being pulled apart as the stars conspired against them. But they had good reason, she could never put up with his sloppy kisses and therein lay the fateful strike under a cloud of his B.O.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

87. E and C



The group of teenage tourists thronged along the pavement and down into the underground. They were oblivious except for one. She teared up and remembered that day starkly. It was the empathic rush that overwhelmed her even though she had only been a child watching it on TV in Nebraska. She wanted to blurt out to the others that they should be respectful. But it was clear they just wanted to find the Abercrombie store.

86. Old School



He pulled his car over and dashed out into the darkness. The anxiety squeezed his throat and threatened to bubble over. What he thought he could handle he clearly could not, and his body rebelled. He stared at the beacon of light encased in metal wishing for help but not wanting to ask for it. His mind desperately ran through a list of who he should call. Then the phone rang and startled the pants off him.