Embrace the Complexity of the World.
Try to be there for people.
It was easy to sit around on these #vespertine days and pretend that nothing was wrong, that morning was hours instead of weeks away, that the food wasn’t dwindling, and that there wasn’t something in the tree line watching you, waiting.
It was easy to sit around on these #vespertine days and pretend that nothing was wrong, that morning was hours instead of weeks away, that the food wasn’t dwindling, and that there wasn’t something in the tree line watching you, waiting.
I opened the door & came face to face with Lauren. I rushed in to hug her. “I thought I’d never see you again in this labyrinth!”
But she felt cold. Her hair smelled of mold. I pulled back to look at her face. #Aphotic eyes stared back at me.
I was no longer sure I had found her.
“So what are you looking for?” I grabbed a seat by her.
“Someone #suave and debonair, a gentlemen of the world who has time for me.”
“Oh, you want George then.” I pointed to a quiet, nerdy man in a dark booth.
She looked at him with disdain.
“What? He’s a 300 year old Irish vampire.”
“There was a late minute codicil,” the lawyer added. The relatives groaned in response, already tired of hearing the will.
“In all #matters concerning the housing and care of Mr. Wiggles, the balance of the estate shall be liquidated for his care until death.”
Cousin Janet smiled.
“Upon #reflection, we’ve decided not to expel you but give you another chance.”
Yeah, upon reflecting the envelope of cash my father slid each of you.
“Upon #reflection, we’ve decided not to expel you but give you another chance.”
Yeah, upon reflecting the envelope of cash my father slid each of you.
“That seems like an #achieveable goal.”
I really didn’t like how my sensei said that.
“But do you have the will?”
I flew against the wall from a punch I never saw.
“That seems like an #achieveable goal.”
I really didn’t like how my sensei said that.
“But do you have the will?”
I flew against the wall from a punch I never saw.
“Arms up and out.” His tape flies out and my #measurements are tapped into a tablet. “Wedding?”
“No.”
“Fancy party?” His hands go around my waist.
“No. Funeral.”
“Even if it’s yours, you still got to return the suit.” He half jokes.
I wish I could guarantee the return of the suit.
“Arms up and out.” His tape flies out and my #measurements are tapped into a tablet. “Wedding?”
“No.”
“Fancy party?” His hands go around my waist.
“No. Funeral.”
“Even if it’s yours, you still got to return the suit.” He half jokes.
I wish I could guarantee the return of the suit.
She means to be helpful: she’s paid on commission. “Can I help you?”
I try to be polite. “Just lookin’.”
“Anything #specific you interested in?” Business is slow.
I hesitate on the truth.
She senses it and pounces. “Maybe there’s something in the back that might interest you.”
“Lookin’ for some #action, honey?” She’s obviously working, which is good because I’m obviously looking.
“Yeah, but I’m looking for something special.”
She notices the bag. “Like what?”
Nervous, I let her peek.
After, she thinks for a bit. “Double.”
I agree. It IS a big LEGO set.
“So what are our #options now?” We have an slightly higher number of interdimensional breaches in our lab.
“Thanks to George, we’re missing half of the emergency handbook!” But we had the important part.
“Your lack of creativity is depressing!” The piglet taped to the drone whizzed by.
Of course she didn’t want to deal with the #reality of the situation: she had spent her whole life avoiding things. She was good at it. Or at least, she was good at it now. Why would this be any different?
She slipped out the side door of the church, wedding gown and all.
“Shit! First, inbound’s late. Logistics is fouled up. The plan’s breaking down! We need some #transport now!”
“It’s called getting an Uber.” My husband can be so dramatic.
“Shit! First, inbound’s late. Logistics is fouled up. The plan’s breaking down! We need some #transport now!”
“It’s called getting an Uber.” My husband can be so dramatic.
It’s beautiful but harsh in places I didn’t expect.
It’s a bottle of scotch with your friend you haven’t talked to in a year and a half and finding out she had a Bad Year.
So you listen.
And just be there for whatever she says.
It’s beautiful but harsh in places I didn’t expect.
It’s a bottle of scotch with your friend you haven’t talked to in a year and a half and finding out she had a Bad Year.
So you listen.
And just be there for whatever she says.
“I’m sorry everyone. We’ve looked at the #numbers and…they aren’t good. We can’t even manage expectations on this. Tom, your numbers are dismal. Anna, you’re obviously distracted. There is no choice: some of you are going to have to go.”
Kindergarten is hard these days, sighed Calvin.