Tag: wordle

The graduate strode confidently across the podium, careful to concentrate on her walk, not one misstep in those high heels. She reeked of true elegance, no denying it: a class act, that one. 

I began to inflate the cushion. One last breath out, and it was ready to go. The Pranksters Extraordinaire Club would soon sing my praises. I had as good as won the bet to fly around the world. My eye had been on this prize trip for a long time.

Princess smiled at me and sat down. The phony fart blasted loudly. I smiled; she died. Delicious!

Standing in the center of the shop, I realized that I’d be bankrupt by tomorrow. There was no way to charm myself out of this situation. Everything near and dear to me would be gone. I would need to see the lawyer downtown today. I kept thinking, “What the hell happened to me and my dream?” My eyes began to fill with tears. There was no other option but to file Chapter 11. Touching the lace on my smock, I let out a sigh as I looked around my salon.

The ugly cry began as I turned off the lights.

 

I fiddled with my guns while listening to the songs of the workers. The sun made my head throb. I shouldn’t have broken the seal on that 20-year-old cognac last night. Dipping my bandana in the spring water, I could still hear music thumping, or was that my headache? No, it wasn’t either. I cupped my ear to listen better. Then I looked up and realized it was a mob of angry people from the fields charging with their children in tow. Blinking profusely, was this a dream? It was real! They were wide-eyed and mean and coming for me!

“It’s just a regular cold virus. Stop acting as if you have had a stroke!” Sandy said sternly to her roommate, the man-child. She rose to leave for work. 

“Now remember to lock the door behind me. I will let your Boo know to call you later, ok? Gotta fly now.” 

He’ll be the death of me trying to spread his germs! Sandy muttered to herself as she left for work. So glad I’m single, she thought, donning her mask. It’s good we didn’t sell them all, she thought to herself. 

“Ok, let’s try not to lose my life today!”

Although the fire was tiny in my dream, the real one was huge. I became a family of one overnight. I mourn the rest, which perished on that fateful evening. I lift my weary eyes, feeling torn – stay here being miserable or join those who burned. I rock in the corner, lurking like a shy intruder, still in shock. The tumbler in the door lock clicks, a nurse enters the room.

“Honey, these stories in your head aren’t the truth!” she says as she empties the syringe into my arm. The light slowly dims as the room fades away.