Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
The bride was beautiful; the wedding every bit as solemn and religious as she had planned and the long reception line as dignified as an audience with the queen.
Nobody had noticed the little ring bearer slip away until he poked his head out from underneath the bride’s billowing gown to a chorus of gasps and guffaws.
I only use the word hate when absolutely necessary. Don’t you just really hate the word?
Put me in the corner for time out.
Oh, please.
“The world is about to end, my friend,” said the bald guy in the robe, much to my amusement.
I stopped laughing when the sun winked out.
Today I got a cheque in the mail.
Yesterday I got a chink in my armour.
Sasha. His name was just a whisper, but his words could blow open shutters and leave them hanging like children clinging to their mother’s skirt.
I met my husband at the circus and he was not a silly clown or an arrogant lion tamer or even an overly muscled trapeze man.
He owned the arena and I fell for him immediately.
Rusty carriages and a truly predictable path.
Shuttling along alone and all I want is this journey to end, to cease, fin.
Can you believe it? A meat pie for $6.20?
Gotta face it.
Santa is not real.
Did you see Godzilla?
Did you feel like you were Lost in Translation?
I saw the girl stare at me outside. It was the middle of the night.
I had my appendix removed.
Then, my bibliography.
He whispered erotic fantasies as he touched me gently. The desire of ecstasy flowed through my body.
Long hair long gone; red hair in the red.
All over SMS FIGHT.
Heaven. Getting a blowjob while looking into the sun.
Let tranquility reign from beginning to end of earth today and everyday so the weapons of war become silent evermore. Warfare has no purpose other than to establish the superior man, what will become when there is only one man remaining?
She thinks I’m under her spell.
Foolish foolish foolish.
As I woke to the oddly-smelling, dirty motel room, I reflected on why I was here. It was all because of an argument, and now there was a strange woman with me in a strange place, and I had an odd-looking rash where rashes oughtn’t be; why do these things happen to me?
So apparently a butterfly flapping wings can cause a hurricane.
Can you imagine what a cat sneezing must do?