What did it really matter? The decision was made and no amount of time spent in worthless chatter would change her mind. Ten years of this bullshit was enough, she concluded. And so began the tenth day of the thenth month… she packed her bags and headed for the airport.
Daily Post: Ten
As she lay beside him watching him sleep, her right hand resting on his bare chest, rising and falling with each breath. His body felt so warm, just being able to touch him brought immersurable comfort to her troubled soul. She wondered how he would react to the news she had to tell him today. She’s been stalling in telling him that she finally got the biopsy results back. He stopped asking if she’d heard back from the doctor three days ago, because each time he asked it made her cry. She’d put it off for two days now…today she’d tell him, over breakfast. She’d make his favorite.. banana walnut waffles with a fried egg over medium.
She slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. Pulling out the ingredients from the pantry: flour, baking powder, sugar… grabbed the eggs and milk from the fridge. Set everything on the counter and turned around to open the blinds over the kitchen sink… the sky was dark, thick heavy clouds. Thunder storms are rolling in. Hmmm… the news can wait until tomorrow… she wants to enjoy this day of cuddle weather with her man.
The Daily Post: Second Thoughts
Love, Friendship, and sincerity… three of the most baffling mysteries of the universe.
These three things are not tangible, merely words, or feelings, thoughts… you can’t touch it and honestly, can’t be certain if what you’re feeling, when you think you are feeling it is really true. People can tell you that they love you, or that you are their cherished friend. But words without action – lack sincerity. Even sincereity is not tangible. How we perceive someone’s words or action are also dependent on our own wants and needs – and even those are always fluid.
Daily Word Prompt: Sincere
Sitting in my office and staring at the piles of books, I quietly contemplate how I will rearrange them…once again.
This is how I cope… when darkness hits… this is something that I can control… the arrangement of my books.
They’ve been arranged by color, height, alphabetically, and subject matter. Hmmm, but today… what shall I do with them?
In the garage I found a few empty boxes… carefully stacking all the books I can fit into these boxes, because today I can’t even cope with rearranging the books.
Daily Word Challenge: Rearrange
This was the smell and color of Fall. It was also the beginning of my fall from peace and everything that was perfect…
I heard my phone ringing from the other room, but my hands a mess from gutting this perfectly shaped, bright orange pumpkin, it would have to wait. Whomever it was didn’t leave a message, so could not have been that important I figured.
More ringing, again, and again… I quickly washed my hands and ran to the phone.
Breathless, I said “Hello!”
The other voice, a woman… “This is the Loudon County Sheriff’s Office…”
Three Line Tale: Week 39