98. J. A. Flowers

He would do anything to impress her with beauty. It made up for his missteps and possibly bought him some positive karma he figured. He learned quickly that material things meant less to her. But the soft mewling of the baby in her arms was the best gift of all and nothing would ever top that. Poopy diapers notwithstanding.

97. Sexy Guy

She knew better than to approach him like this. He was shielded from his daytime life and became a younger version of his warrior self as a result. She didn’t blame him, his responsibilities were heavy and she allowed the escape. He was accessorized to party and that was her warning sign to lengthen the ties of their bond and let him be.

96. The Car Jockey

They treated him like shit. Most of the customers fell into 3 stereotypical categories; asshole, jerk and jackass. Their attitude didn’t bother him because he saw his work there as a means to an end. He spent his days in the cavern of darkness. His nights, however, were beyond what anyone would suspect, and he liked it that way.

95. Sao Paolo church

It was hard to believe he had been there for 30 days already. When he fled with his family he had no other place to go in the panic of it all. He felt the guilt building, as his young sons played in the aisles of the pews, rowdy one minute, solemn at others, reflecting the mood of their parents. They were all pressed into a constant state of looking inward. He felt like a prisoner of Christ.

94. Motorcycle

She felt flaky for her indecision. Some days she loved it; the pavement heat rising, the urban gallery of graffiti art, sweet drinks and spicy food. Others she loathed it: the city’s assaulting smells, the leering men who spat, and the indignant noise. She wasn’t noncommittal, she just had the freedom to make the choice at this point, and in that she reveled.

93. Sao Paolo Building

This time it felt foreboding. He had been here a hundred times before, but now his conscience threatened to overpower him. He begged forgiveness in his mind as his sin battled within. His youth, passion and dedication to be a leader crippled him in that moment. Soon he would experience the ease of which sins can be washed away. The extra swigs from the goblet were nothing.

92. Pickle

She was talking a blue streak. He looked down trying to appear aloof but he was completely focused on what she was saying. He formulated a response, rethought it and decided it was best to keep quiet for now. She became invigorated by his lack of response and relentlessly assailed him. He waited for her to change tact like she always did. Then it occurred to him bitterly that this time might be different. He would have to seize the chance.

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.

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.

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.

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.

85. Pamalot

She was like a doll that he dressed up. It was a total turn on for him and she just wanted to please him. But she soon tired of the game as it became abysmally superficial. She craved a deeper and more meaningful connection. Until he bought her those killer boots, she decided dragging it out further was harmless.

84. Yellow

He tried his best to relax. But every inch of him said to run. It was his pattern, a bad habit he was aware of and trying to break. He was of course setting about it in every wrong way possible, looking for things and ideas to settle him that just didn’t fit. Quite simply, it would take the right woman to arrest the fight or flight in him.