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Thoughts and takes on the way life presents.... |
| Thoughts and takes on the way life presents.... |
| ** Image ID #2055495 Unavailable ** Kip reeled in frustrated torment. To the light where the spirits watched, he screamed. “I was relying on this!” Kip is slashing his arm across the rubble that once held hundreds of homes and businesses now laid to waste. “How am I supposed to rely on this?!” He slashed his other arm across the landscape where his manor home and fields were burnt and laid in ruins. “I don’t have time to play. What did you do? Why?” Each shouted utterance was met with silence from the Heavens to which he made his plea. Kip fell prone, waiting impatiently for the spirts to give him an answer. The rains started slowly and increased its rhythm and velocity. Kip could not hold back the tears that joined the driving spheres hitting his face. His soul screamed to survive, his heart would not oblige. Where was his mate? Where was his family? Did anyone make it out of this devastation alive? He raised his head from the puddle that was accumulating where he bowed down. He let the rain wash the mud away from his face where it accumulated between his spread fingers. He managed to get wearily to his feet and let the water soak his clothing. He was now muddy, cold and wet. The spirits were not kind. The spirits were silent. The broken path in front of him beckoned. It was as good a choice as any. One foot in front of the other. The journey had to start. He did not know where to go or how he would get there. There was just this one small bit of resolve within him to find the spirits and get answers. [word count: 282] |
| Did you know you can tell the age and gender of the person who is trying to ace you out on the freeway? You can. The young men with more looks than sense – well, scratch that – young men will scope out the competition for ten cars ahead and gun it. Then they get pissed when some innocent law-abiding person such as myself comes along and they have to slam on their brakes and obey speed and traffic laws. And they do it with a courtesy flashing of the lights or honking of the horn. The young women will usually book it right along and then as soon as she is in in mid-ace, she slows down, forcing you into slamming on your brakes or moving into the pull over lane. Then she goes back to her conversation on the cellphone. The older men have the common sense to look stunned when they ace you out. I don’t think they honestly expected to be the idiot on the freeway, it just turned out that way. The older women just toodle on oblivious to the honking horns and screeching brakes. This concludes your public service announcement for the day. |
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