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Harold and Maude
Harold and MaudeI have to tell you how angry and disappointed I am. My dinner was so late that it was dark outside when they returned. They told me they were going out to get me a surprise, so I let the late dinner slide. But then they came home with my surprise, and I just wanted to jump up on that knick-knack shelf and knock every smashy thing onto the floor! The female scratched my head and said, "Harold, this is Maude! You have a new friend!" Another cat! Seriously? Why would they think that was a good idea? Don't they know by now that cats are solitary creatures? There are no cat herds ...
An Eternal Spring
We met in Tokyo under the city lights. Everything about you intrigued me; even your silhouette was beautiful. You taught me the art of falling in love. Eventually you taught me the art of letting go. I still dream about you sometimes. *** The cherry blossoms bloomed again this spring. Some days I go and sit beneath their branches, listening to them whisper in their native language about the past. They asked me about you. Remember those days when we were just children? How we used to chase the falling petals as they descended to their resting place in the fresh green grass; how you used to fa...
About A Dream
It’s Christmas morning and I don’t think anyone underestimates holiday excitement. Milo certainly doesn’t. My beloved eight-year-old best friend loves Christmas for the reasons all kids do, it’s magical. There are presents, and food, and snow, and the list goes on forever. On the other hand, my reasons are a little unpopular. They include inpidual entertainment and evolution. See, holiday season is glow up season for me, and I’m always up for a makeover. It entertains me because it’s also time for Milo’s parents creativity and conviction test. Each Christmas he asks Santa for a pet, whether my...
In a Dark Wood
His eyes fluttered open, the smell of the campfire stuck to his clothes, the dense canopy of the forest hindered what motes of midday sun escaped through the obstructing dark clouds above, and what pitiful light graced the forest floor revealed only underbrush, no shelter from the weather, no clearing of foliage fit for resting, no ashen remains of a campfire, and no signs of his friends or an indication he had ever occupied this space any sooner than his eyes laid upon it. The darkness from the night before made finding any differences or similarities in the forest he fell asleep in to the ...