If you don’t like drama, you best be movin along then there, boy. Because we got a lot of it comin…
The driver of the station wagon slowed his car to a stop to witness a scene in which two children were standing in front of a house (the roof of which was entirely snow covered) for the older child held a gun to the younger child with his arms raised. The driver of the station wagon did not know that the children were brothers, that the gun the older brother held up to his younger brother was merely an unloaded toy rifle, that the bang reverberating was the older brother yelling—somehow convincingly—bang, that the younger brother fell on his back in the snow in front of their (the brothers’) brick home in a fit of giggles, so when the older brother turned to look at the road in front of his house, the driver of the station wagon dared black ice in a tire squealing escape, and once the station wagon had passed the older brother extended his gloved hand to his younger brother, who left a fat angel in the powdery white.
“You keep on your sunglasses, your colors do not match, you walk like a wimp. I regret I responded to your ad.”
“Honestly, I’m blind.”
A man watched a bear watch a dead bear who the man was also watching.
Then the bear watched the dead man who was no longer watching the bears.
Introverted Ida happily poured acid in her ears.
Helpfully, Bob learned to sign.
The Undertaker sprinkled the cadavers with cat-nip.
Then, pocketing her customers’ generous fees, took a permanent vacation.
He sat down in his rocking chair on the porch and simply stared out into the distant sunrise, all the while taking short little sips from his fresh coffee, and quick little puffs from his stale cigarettes.
It really was a completely different world out there, without her by his side.
A man was caught stealing and rape yesterday. In unrelated news, his ex-girlfriend isn’t a virgin anymore.
What if I only need the one sentence? What then?
Get me a glass of wine. Get me a glass of wine and let me tell you about the nights you’d been fuckeng my ego.
Nothing but a barely audible hiss when I shove my boot down on the pedal. I guess she’ll be getting more than 50% then.
Who had given him her Grandmother’s ring?
Did this mean her father now gave them his blessing?
The relief flooded his being as the infant’s first cry rang out, mixing with the exhausted yet ecstatic sobbing of the child’s mother.
“It shouldn’t have happened here”, he thought, “in the back seat of my car, either now or 9 months ago.”
She held him close and told him that the harvest would not fail again next year.
He returned the embrace, wishing she knew that without the crop money to pay for his treatment, he would not be there to find out.
He stood facing the priest, heart racing, yearning to hear the sound of her footsteps coming closing up the aisle.
But they faded with her sobs as she ran outside, her train hitched up to aid her flight.
She was smiling when she woke this morning. Why?
Kelly was my girlfriend at the time and she tried to shock me one day by showing me that she had shaved her head. I just laughed because I knew I had a far better shock waiting for her in my backyard where I kept the dead bodies of all the people I had murdered.
He’d been a quiet sort during their marriage, and he was still a quiet sort now she supposed, as she plucked the leaves and popped them on top of the tomato and mozzarella. In a way, they were closer than they’d ever been – and lets face it, he was delicious – her husband, her Basil.
Four months ago, I remembered he just rang on my mobile and said that I have to forget her and forgive him for was being trying by force me to do so, then sudden warm tear drop came from somewhere in my eyes and went down through my cheeks, felt my heart almost stop there, and kind of butterfly effects in side my stomach. Deeply I went blank, which felt to me that whole world was deteriorating on top of my head and still don’t know why he did that to me but he seems to be very happy and moving on nowadays.
The autumn morning was crisp, as fresh as the river water Jim could see from his porch as he sipped his coffee and watched the sun rise. He sighed then, upset by the contrast between the beauty of the world and the ugliness of what he had to do in it that day.