His WordsThe light illuminates Josie's face as she conceals herself under her sheets. She grasps her phone tightly, her thumb pressing the desired buttons. Her eyes read the words across the screen; her chest tightens at the notion of each one. Josie tries to remember to breathe, words attempting to steal away her precious air.
Feels so long ago he sent her those loving words. Now, she reads them, wondering, contemplating, what happened between the couple. The words so sweet on the screen, tickled her. The words so bitter, echoed in her mind, leaking from her eyes.
Her thumb moves, the screen asking to erase his words. Josie buries her face into the pillow, crying into the still, night air.
AchooShe sneezed for what felt like the millionth time. She blew her nose into a wet tissue. Mucus unloaded onto the moist sheet. The tissue felt completely used, no room left for anything else. She crumpled the rag and tossed it toward the waste basket. But like most balls of sheer paper and clear fluids, it hit the rim and landed on the floor, adding to the mountainous pile of snot.
Protocol"I told you to leave me behind," Jason yelled at his subordinate.
"And I told you I never leave anyone behind," Mayra rebutted back to her commanding officer.
"You will put the whole crew in danger." Jason loaded the gun Mayra handed him, putting the extra ammo in his breast pocket.
Sirens wailed as red lights danced up and down the corridors. The two ran past guards, not missing a beat, every second their life depending on the rhythm.
Ode to the Slush Puppy"What is this white shit that falls from the sky!" Ami screamed.
"That would be snow, Ami." Her brother said.
"Sure it isn't demons? Look!" Ami tried to hit it, stomp on it, and then impale it with a broom. "DIE!"
Her brother laughed. "What are you trying to do?"
"Kill it!" She said with rage in her eyes. "But it burns! And it freezes as it burns!"
"I'm going inside; you can stay out here and be a slush puppy."
Flower Power"Why are you crying?" Joe asked Sandra.
Sandra was squatted near a flower bed, covering her face and sniffling. "Am not!" She yelled.
"Sounds like crying."
"Am not!" She inhaled deeply, forcing the loose mucus back in. "I gots Al's Gees."
"Yeah!" She stood up, wiping her face. "I looked at the flowers, but then I got some of Al's Gees."
"It's when you see flowers and they get scared and they make you sneeze and stuff."
Joe looked down at Sandra's scraped knee. "So the sniffling has nothing to do with your knee?"
"No!!" Sandra hit him on the arm, forgetting about her knee as she ran off.
StuckI've fallen and I can't get up! Damn boxes, stacked them too high! Had to go and trip on my own damn shoe! Stupid box I was carrying flew ahead of me. As I tried to get my balance back, the tower of boxes fell toward me as I fell toward it. Isn't physics fun sometimes?
Least I don't feel anything broken, just stuck. And no one knows I'm back here. I mean, yeah they do, but they rarely check up on me. No one else works back here, just me, myself and the spider that lives in the corner that I call Moe.
Go Moe! Go find help!
Don't think he heard me.
Maybe I can wiggle my way out nope. Jesus, what's in those boxes? Bricks?
Oh yeah, books, so the label says.
I'll just play the waiting game until someone finds me.
Turn Me OnWhen they told me it wasn't going to be easy, they weren't joking. When I saw Maria and her boyfriend do it, she made it look effortless, easy, and even fun. I never meant to watch them, but she left her door open. She had forgotten I was home. The sounds she made, the noises he made, even the smells were different, amazing, inspiring. I had no idea that the human body could move like that.
So when it was my turn to try, I couldn't imitate their movements, hell, not even their sounds. Don't get me started on the smell.
I had no idea Dance Dance Revolution would be so hard.
Copy ThatDamn that copy machine, Lucinda thought. It's always jamming on me! She started to pull out the complicated drawers and covers, looking for the single paper causing the jam. There's nothing there, she thought.
She kneeled down, weary of ripping her pantyhose. "I don't see anything and there's nothing wrong!" She mumbled aloud.
"I'm seeing something from here." Owen said, staring down at her behind.
Lucinda tried to stand back up, but fell towards the carpet.
"Careful there," he said, drinking his latte. "Machines can be tricky."
"You could help me up."
"But then who would hold my coffee?"
"The table maybe? Or the intern you've been sleeping with."
"Nah, that's ok, got work to do, laters Luc."
"Don't call me that!" She picked herself up. The machine still continued to complain about a phantom jam. Lucinda gave it a swift kick with her heel. The report she needed to print came swiftly out.
MagiciaDance magic, dance! The wizard chanted in a low whisper. Sparks and streams of light bubbled around the fire, coming to life at the wizard's call. The lights swirled around the pit and flames, sparks flying away.
The wizard rolled his hands a few times, conjuring up a second set of radiance. The two twirled and danced around the robed man