Monday, February 28, 2005
It sits atop the flatbed truck, blackened by disaster.
Hopefully the only thing that died tonight was the car.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
She strains to see the celebrities as they exit the award ceremony. "Who's that? Who's that?" she keeps asking. "If they're on THAT side of the fence, they're somebody, " he explains, "if they're on THIS side of the fence, they're not."
Maybe he's just speaking for himself.
Friday, February 25, 2005
They're eager and sing him 'happy birthday' very loudly. Then the waiters brings the cake.
They're not as eager to do an encore.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Very important email, at least it starts off as such.
"Security experts state that wireless networks lik******ones at cafe***or airports are the next frontier for hacking attacks that could 6fgjsuioags bhjaskbvsj shsjk ahjk,sbhjk ----"Oh no, the hackers got to this message too.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
As he exits with her, he sheepishly waves at the two ladies sitting by the door.
They laugh after he goes. They know that lunch is all about not getting caught.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
As he passed the homeless woman in the rain, he starts to mumble softly to himself. He then crosses himself with an 'amen' thrown in for good measure.
I wonder which of them he's praying for.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
He looks out into the rain, then down to the coy fish in the pond.
"Do you think they're getting wet?" His father smiles down on his inquisitive son, "I think they're already wet." "Do they like the rain?" "I think so." "I like the rain." His father looks out. "Me too."
Saturday, February 19, 2005
He thinks it's "payback time", posting his mom's birthday all over the blogosphere. Then the outpouring of love comes back to him.
Maybe payback time has come.
Friday, February 18, 2005
"I wouldn't stand for that," her friend insists, "You're way too nice."
"You make it sound like 'nice' is a crime," comes her defense. Judging by the black eye she wears, it just might be.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
No amount of concentrating on the newspaper can stop his coughs. His sniffles get her attention. She scoots away to the far side of the bench.
The safety zone of three more inches.
Monday, February 14, 2005
She beams all over the office, with her brightly blooming flowers and oversized balloon. All eyes of envy and curiosity are on her as she puts them proudly on her desk.
She sneaks the receipt into her purse.
Friday, February 11, 2005
He walks down the street with potato chips in his hands and his son strapped to his
back. With each chip he eats, he hands one back. He usually ends up with a chip on his shoulder.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
She walks down the street clutching the printer to her chest.
I think she misunderstood the meaning of 'portable printer.'
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Every mall bench is filled with lost husbands, waiting like puppy dogs.
It's the wives' day out.
Monday, February 07, 2005
"Oy'm gawna wawk da dawg arownda pawk den we kan go tudah mawl on toyty toyd," he says. "Geraight idear," she exclaims, "Oy'll wawk witchoo."
Welcome tudah fawrin kuntree of New Yawk.
Friday, February 04, 2005
They brag about all their cheerleading competitons as Mom lists all the flights and the uniforms and the monthly dues they have to pay. 'But we get a free bottle of deodorant!' exclaims the blond.
That's one very expensive bottle of free deodorant.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
As she walks down the hall, baby securely in hand, she shouts 'here come the ducklings!' Her oldest boy comes next... then the next... and the next... with the littliest one far behind.
That's one way to keep them in line.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
The way they carried on, all cooing and cuddling, you'd think a baby was in their
midst. Nope. Just a bunch of people acting like them.
WANT A BETTER LIFE?