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The Fall
Between the burnt orange and deep reds of the leaves were a handful of green leaves, hanging on to the last moments of summer harder than we were hanging on to our marriage. I thought this might be a fun outing, maybe reignite everything that had been missing in the last couple years. He reluctantly agreed to go, but made it very clear that he wasn’t happy about it. Big surprise.We walked through the gates of the orchard seeing row after row of trees and adorable little baskets for us to collect our apples. I grabbed a couple, handing him one, and looked for a tree with some up high. I’d re...
Hell to Play
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The warm sun sagged in the sky. The big blue above me bore down and invited me to keep walking forward, but it was so hard. I couldn’t help but stop and look at things. I felt reborn the way someone who has a near death experience feels alive for the first time. The all new game from Facebook, cutely called, “Faceplace” was not anymore a game than Facebook was a game. It was a simulation, a very, very real simulation, filled with other real people. It’s not really my cup of tea. I had to reset my password just to log in. I wouldn’t be her...
Fire! Fire!
"Just leave me be, you're better off without me anyway," "What?! That is not true! And I am not leaving you here! I love you too much to let you die. Come quick. Now!" He holds his hand towards you. You look at it and then at him. Did he really love you? You begrudgingly get up. He grips you tight and holds you close to his chest. You can feel his heart pounding and him panting. It was getting really smokey. The exit is only a few metres ahead. But from where you are it could be a kilometre away. You run toward it gripping onto each other for dear life. The roof collapses and caves in. You are...
Liar, Liar, Leaves On Fire
Liar, Liar, Leaves on Fire“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. And you were too Beatrice, like ignited copper.”The wind pulled at copper haired Beatrice, her hair looked more alive than she did--a dull fire in a game of tug of war with the wind. Beatrice tripped over a stowww.onedoor.ccrm gutter breaking the illusion. She was just a girl. A girl that Agnes had missed like a warm fire. “Agnes, buddy I was gone for like a week, how did your mind apocalyze the world so quickly?” Beatrice smiled the way a fire would--flickering and fading.Agnes didn’t respond and instead tried to kick a rock...