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InsanityHe often compared us to insanity. I could see it: make up, break up, make up, break up. Always said we (meaning I) would do the same thing expecting different results, the definition of insanity apparently.
There was a wasp in the office. No one bothered with it, probably too scared to upset it. I watched it, from my desk, climb up and down the window. It was futile. At the top was a spider web. Every time it reached the top, it would get trapped. It would then try to fly away, to flail away from the sticky trap. The wasp would break free, crash land onto the sill, and try all over again.
Stupid bug, you're not going to get anywhere.
Morning GloryAlicia ran across her father's golden wheat field. She had defied him and pledged her love to the young, handsome farm aide. Her sight caught a hold of him, her feet dashed in his direction. He glanced up from his work, his eyes engorged on the graceful beauty.
"Alicia," he cried out.
"Lawrence," she cooed, falling into his arms. "I have fled from mine father. Pray tell, speak unto me your thoughts."
"My dearest Alicia," he leaned in to kiss her sweet lips.
Alicia leaned in.
"Don't stop believing," he said.
"Pardon," she politely stammered.
"Hold onto that feeling."
"Streetlights, people, oooh!"
Alicia closed her eyes. When she opened then again, she found herself fallen out of bed, clutching her pillow.
"Good morning San Francisco, nothing like a little Journey to get you moving! It's 7:05 with a feel good 72 deg ."
She reached for the clock radio and cursed her luck.
Truth"Well, what's most important?" Xana asked me.
"Hell if I know." I answered with a kick to a crumpled Pepsi can.
"Come on Craig," she looked at me. "Honestly."
I looked away from her, at the street lamp, the curb, her bare shoulder, her spaghetti strap falling askew.
"Come on, your life depends on it." She cocked her fingers into a gun shape, pointing it at my head.
"Truth," I asked.
"Always," she nodded, lowered the gun, but still keeping it pointed at me.
She giggled. "Am I?"
I shrugged. "You tell me."
BertIt had been a rough a year. I had tried to pick up any job that would take me. Funny thing, before all this, people would line up to get a piece of my time. Now no one will even look at me.
A local restaurant picked me up as a table busser. It's honest work. Got mouths to feed and all. I just don't know what happened. One day life was grand, steady income and now I'm fighting to put gas in the tank.
The people are nice. The wait staff even more so. I do what I need to and always get praise. It's gonna be tough to leave this place when they no longer need me.
Cosmic TruthLinda had a plaque in her kitchen that she bought at the city flea market for a nickel. She lived and breathed by it. It spoke profound wisdom; a wisdom that reflected in her life.
When her heel broke to her favorite shoe, her dress tore at an unusual place. After she tried to remedy her outfit, her car wouldn't start, forcing her to miss her flight to an important conference. Despite her misfortune, she was fortunate to miss the event. The hotel that was hosting the conference had an outbreak of bed bugs.
As she ate her breakfast, she looked to the plaque, hoping it would bless her with the right about of misfortune so the end would be most fortunate.
She whispered to herself the solemn words, "It only gets worse, before it gets better."
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