Sunday, January 30, 2005
With boundless energy, they tackle the sandbox. He uses his four legs pretty well, while she's still struggling with two. No matter... all they care about is the ball...
...and each other.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
She sits silently as they brainstorm in the cubicle beside her. As they bask in their own brilliance, she wearily puts on her headphones.
She's just tired of fighting for the ideas they steal.
Monday, January 24, 2005
She pounds the button and waits... and waits... and waits. Frustrated, she bolts towards the stairs.
The elevator opens gently, with a smirk.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
She walks in like she owns the place. They all treat her that way too. She walks behind the counter and into the office.
Oh, I guess she really does own the place.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
"I'm going to mess it up," she exasperates.
"No you won't" he reassures. "Yes I will!" she protests. "No... you won't." ... She looks at him, "You messed it up." "No, I didn't" "Yes, you did!" Some things you can never win.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
As the meeting stretches into its fourth hour, she becomes more agreeable. 'That's great!' she beams, 'Let's go with it.'
It's only after someone asks 'can we go back to the beginning?' that her true annoyance shows.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
She dances at the foot of the band, like a groupie 20 years too late. The bartender asks if the three drinks are done.
Realizing the drinks are hers, he rolls his eyes and walks away.
Friday, January 14, 2005
The waitress steps up to the dining couple and beams 'How we doing?!' Wiping his
full mouth he musters his best 'phuine thankphs' as she dashes away. They always know.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
As the androgynous teen walks past them, they don't say a word. They walk. Finally one mutters 'I don't know.'
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
He walks gingerly down the street; his flyers waving proudly in the wind. He turns to approach the apartment building, but stops short. He lingers for a moment, then walks away.
Foiled by the All-Powerful 'No Solicitation' sign once again.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
He sees them before they see him. He ducks to the side and calculates his next few
moves. They're too busy noticing each other to bother. He's safe until that changes.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
They sit exhausted from a day of shopping; bags strewn about their feet. Daughter
notices the sale sign first. Mom looks at the sign, then at her daughter. 'Well, OK' she smiles.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Way above, on the concrete beam, someone scratched in pencil.
32 5/8 - 1/8 = 32 5/8 - 4/8 = 31 1/8. That not what they mean by a 'high score in math.'
Thursday, January 06, 2005
She doesn't look up from her book when her daughter holds up a shiny thing. 'That's nice dear' she mutters; ignoring her daughter running off.
This moment saved is going to cost so much more when she looks for her keys.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
The overly cheerful waiters come out with their chocolate sundae, with its candle and cherry on top. They place it in front of her and sing something vaguely resembling "Happy Birthday" as she sits there speechless. When they finish, she only has one thing to say... "It's not my birthday."
Someone out there is in need of a song and a sundae.
Monday, January 03, 2005
She sits and taps her pen. He sits and holds the newspaper up between them.
The only sound between them is the rain.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
He pulls up to the car on his right. He tries desperately to get her to see him.
Unfortunately for him, she has a car to her right too.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
She walks her three dogs in their little red sweaters. Each one has a word to spell out a message. Happy... year... new.
She either has the wrong sweaters or the wrong dogs.
WANT A BETTER LIFE?