Sloan backyard

Some people strained for a perfect life. She helped them keep the surface neat and clean, dust-free, fingerprint-free, stress-free, emotion-free, still and stagnant. He liked it, but she could tell the wife was on the verge. She had compromised her soul away and it was only a matter of time before she admitted to who she really was. And this wasn’t it. At the end of the day, it wasn’t her business. She had a job to do, for now

Daisy

She was blind wandering around under her own personal halo of grey. It felt selfish to be mired in one’s own problems, of that she was aware, and it guided her toward an unexpected shard of beauty. She picked one and stuck it behind her ear. It pierced the grey nicely.

Mindful meditation

He pressed her into doing it. She told him she had pursued it though in truth her search was lamely done. She preferred to sort things out on her own and resented this issue of ultimatums. Of course, he was trying to help her, help her so the way could be paved for his admittance. It was all he wanted. This was his final stab at getting her back.