The Robin_Hope Springs_Not Today!_Does Simon Eat the Puppy in the End?
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The Robin
The RobinLilly and Randy were walking home from school talking like they did every day, two carefree kids without any real worries. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and it was just a grand day. She stopped and motioned him to remain quiewww.onedoor.cct.“Look at the robin over there.”“So what?”“So what, you clump head, that is the first sign of spring.”Randy watched the robin hop about looking for food from the ground that was still hard and mostly free of snow. The winter had been very tough on everyone.“I wish I had something to give the little bird. It looks so hungry.”“Hang on, I didn’t eat all of...
Hope Springs
“Watch where you’re stepping!” The old woman hollered from her front porch. Her heart sank as she watched the young man absentmindedly trample her daffodils which were just peeking through the spring snow. The young man never looked up from his phone, he simply walked away, leaving the crushed flower in his wake. Tears welled up in her eyes and she felt a kinship with the crushed flower. There was a time in her life when she too felt like a burgeoning spring flower, filled with vibrance and possibility. She remembered the feelings of excitement and anticipation, of waiting for her life to star...
Not Today!
My eyes flew open and my heart pounded hard at the first beep of my alarm. I sit up and take a determined breath. I will not succumb to the worry - not today! For the last five years I have anxiously awaited whatever unpleasant prank wrapped in the form of perceived hilarity would be bestowed upon me on this most vile of all days: April first Not today though! Today I am prepared. For five years running my name has been magically pulled from the fictional hat of employees who will be the crowned victim of the annual tradition of office tomfoolery. It's all done in the name of fun. Naturally. A...
Does Simon Eat the Puppy in the End?
Dedicated to Man’s Best Friend.A puppy rummaged through a pile of trash near a garbage bin, nuzzling a pizza box. “No food in there, little friend,” Simon muttered, spying the little animal with his binoculars from atop a double-decker bus. The puppy’s fur was brown, though it was hard to tell just how much of that brown was dirt. Its ribs showed, its belly was bloated, and the thing was ugly beyond words. It stuck its head in a can of food to get whatever remnants it could. It then raised its can-encased head, not panicking quite yet, the can’s half-rusted metal glinting in the sunlight, as...