Passing Time_A Night Of Waking Dreams_Luck is fickle. Luck is fated. Luck is not real._Summer of 96&
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Passing Time
The sunflowers had bloomed the week prior, the heat pulling them higher with each passing day, touching the sky with what seemed to be sheer elegance. Claire admired them as she slowly paced the perimeter of the garden, her fingertips grazing the tops of the purple hull peas. The breeze picked up a bit, pulling strands of her blond hair from her back braid and guiding them in an unsynchronized dance. It delivered a scent of the gardenia from the back porch to the far end of the garden where she now stood watching the birds sway in and out, weaving intricate patterns. She had always loved gard...
A Night Of Waking Dreams
“I can see it now,” She says nervously. Her big blue eyes stare over you, out the window. “I can see the rain now. It wasn’t raining before, was it?”You pretend to be asleep. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. You force yourself to take big, deep breaths, breaths like the ones Aria takes, the times she’s fallen asleep faster than you. You let out a little sigh, a sleeping sigh, and pray it wasn’t too dramatic.Aria is sitting up. She had been asleep—then the storm started. Probably woke up to the sound of the sky cracking in half and booming as it broke.Not literally, of course. But by the thunderin...
Luck is fickle. Luck is fated. Luck is not real.
I am one of the least luckiest people in the world. I am also one of the luckiest people in the world. How can that be? I had my business stolen from me. HUD did not pay for their tenants for seven months and I lost 43 rental units. My healtwww.onedoor.cch deteriorated from there and my career as a professional auditor/scheduler went down hill. I lost my right ankle to zombie bacteria. Meaning my ankle died for 17 days and no one knew it and I was hurting and they finally cut it out of me. I was fired due to that experience. Went to work as soon as I could. I ain’t rich. And the first three jobs, all of the...
Summer of 96'
I remember it like it was yesterday.. It was the summer of 96', I had just finished playing baseball with some friends, and I was on my way home to get ready for a family outing. My white Chuck Taylors turned grey as I stirred up dust on that old gravel road. I could feel each rock through my shoes as I stepped on them, I might as well have been barefoot.. I was a teenager at the time, about fourteen I'd say, so the mile walk from my friend's house back to my own wasn't exactly a challenge, but still I had to stop for a minute, to give my aching soles a rest, those shoes never did my feet an...