Disillusionment_Pulling the Daisy Chain_A Walk in the Rain_F.B.J.
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Disillusionment
“The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” - George Bernard ShawEmily sat at the table, slowly stirring her coffee. What had happened the previous evening had left her more than restless throughout the long night. This morning, she was weary, her nerves frayed and her thoughts jumbled. She had not expected the reaction she’d received when she’d told Joshua she was leaving him and taking Zoe with her. She had expected an angry, belligerent man, but all she had witnessed instead was a seemingly broken, distraught one. The amazement on his face had not ...
Pulling the Daisy Chain
“Huh… we’re such a small town it’s weird we get someone in here we don’t know,” Arnold the mortician muttered as he wheeled the newest body out of refrigeration. “Even weirder we got one that looks just like you, Lucas.”Lucas looked over from where he had been prepping the tray of tools, freezing at the sight of his exact image laid out on the frozen gurney. If ever there was a client he was hoping wasn’t going to follow him home, this was the one. It was supposed to be his day off, he was supposed to be at home alone, with his cat, not prepping his doppelgangwww.onedoor.ccer for burial. Arnold’s mellow t...
A Walk in the Rain
It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t raining. The breeze from the shore reminded me of lazy summer days. I would listen to the songbird's chatter above the edge of the lake. Sometimes I would chase them, but Lacy never chased them with me-no matter how many times I asked. She loved to be here too. She especially loved the water.Lacy and I would run together, sand caught in our toes as we ped headfirst into the lake. The algae would get caught across my face since I was much shorter than her. Lacy would laugh, then plaster them across my upper lip. She’d change her accent and make funny fa...
F.B.J.
Sitting on the beach is supposed to be calming, but the sand is poking in between all of my toes and making them squirm. I can feel sand has gotten to other places too, but I guess I’ll deal with that in the shower. But those little, yellow grains are making my whole body fizz. I don’t move though. I sit on the sand, salt tantalizing my nose, and the breeze pulling at my hair, tickling my neck. The sunrise is gorgeous, but today it just looks like colors. It doesn’t strike me with awe like it used to. It’s just there and that annoys me most of all. I hold in my hands a little brown jar. It’s ...