There were heart balloons attached to a pile of clothes. In the distance, a couple frolicked in a lake. Her smile stretched as she unfolded her knife. She imagined them streaking through the resort panicked about the pop. But she stopped. Let them #be, she decided. #vss365
“I don’t think that #raft will float.”
“Why not?”
“It’s made out of books.”
“So?”
“That’s a lot of heavyweight content!”
“It’s fine, their beach reads!” #vss365
A waking daemon caused a sleepless night of superstitions and doubts. Tiredness rolls into fear. Peace of mind falls to the darkest, starless night. Only the sun can battle such sorrows but even the warmth can’t win forever. #writerslife
She could handle the nightmares, if she believed they would stop there for others. But optimism was a #waste.
Nightmares and dreams held hands like lovers in the night, intertwined in a never-ending dance driven by human existence for eternity. #vss365
Here I am looking at the garden in black and white, sighing. All I see is #work. Then I put on my rose colored glasses and get inspiration to play in the colorful garden and fresh air. #vss365
That #evening, he sat in his car at the boarder of town, his stare fixed on the highway beyond. A longing battered his heart. There was so much left to do. He slammed his open palm on the steering wheel and turned around. He will try to leave again next year. #vss365
She walked in the hallway, circled, walked straight again. She squatted. Her nose touched the hardwoods. Her hands brushed the boards. When she looked up, her dog lifted one ear then tilted his head. She said, “What? I can’t mimicry to help find your bone?” #vss365
Traveling in the woods, alone at night, she hopes the #amarok catches her scent. A twig crack spikes her heart rate. She pivots and inhales the beasts wild aroma. She needs a single drop to replicate it. She whispers, “Perfume business here I come!” #vss365
The band arrived on stage. They hurried to their instruments and she gasped. She leaned into her companion the whispered, “Isn’t their band named Gaunt?”
“Yup,” he answered.
The band of supersized women started the concert with a “Hell yeah!” #vss365
The sharp knives poked, sliced, and carved along the puppy’s contour. It’s cute little tongue stuck out, oblivious to its surroundings. When the job was done, the artist spoke, “The #Silhouette rendered perfectly. I’ll have your custom stickers in the mail today!” #vss365
We hit the road to find a nice fishing spot at Crescent Lake WA. The day was beautiful. We returned to our reserved site late at night. Someone else had parked there! Office closed, we boondocked for the first time. #camp#traveltales
She sat by him on the bus bench. She said, “How’s it going?”
He opened his mouth. There was a catawampus string around his tongue. He untangled the thread then closed his mouth.
She asked, “What the…?”
“Ever tried to #tie a knot with your tongue?” He explained. #vss365
“Every time you drop your arm it makes such a racket!”
“I’m sorry but you can’t yell at me about that since you broke your leg last week.”
“Fair enough,” conceded the master window artist. “Let’s just get this display done and go for coffee.” #vssdaily#vss365
“Is he a bear species or a humanoid?” He asked.
“I bet she thinks we’re #animals.” She snugged up their ghillie blanket then hugged the hot mug warming her hands.
She wondered why they SAT to wait for the hide and seek champion to magically appear in front of them. #vss365
He had buried her at this #address years ago. He snuck into the back yard. The rock he had used as a headstone remained unmoved. Tears escaped his eyes. He knelt then placed his hand on the grave. He hiccuped an emotional breath. “Oh fluffy!” #vss365