Wednesday, August 31, 2005
They want her to take sides, but she knows better. She just smiles and nods a lot.
She's actually trying not to laugh.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
She screams and clings to him at the sight of the mouse. Her friend reminds her that she has pet mice at home.
Monday, August 29, 2005
They all want what's in the big box, but they have to push the wheelchair around.
They have an idea...
Put it on top of Grandma and just keep going!
Sunday, August 28, 2005
They sit out on their balcony to catch the sunset and a summer breeze. He reclines in his chair. She clips his toenails.
Groomin' ... on a Sunday Afternoon.
Friday, August 26, 2005
He fights with the guy in front of him... he fights with his kids... then fights with his wife.
Some bullies never outgrow the playground.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
He's recalling stories about past friends. He pauses for a moment... blushes... then moves on.
That one was special.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
It sounds like a party going on downstairs. Booming blah-blah-blah's fill the air... but it's just him talking to his friend.
"Loud, party of one... loud, party of one..."
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
As they emerge, she critiques their experience. "That store was 'ok' ... I only got three things."
"How much do you get if the store is great?" asks her astounded friend.
"You don't want to know."
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Red-faced and apologetic, he stammers "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else" then makes a quick exit.
She watches him go, then turns to a friend. "I'm sorry I'm not someone else too."
Thursday, August 18, 2005
She smiles at him and brushes the hair away from her face. He smiles back and brushes the hair away from her face. She smiles again and brushes again. He brushes again too.
It's not about the hair.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
He knows he can't win with any answer to her question. "Let's just go eat lunch," he says, skirting the issue.
"You can order the salad," he blurts out, then ducks before she hits him.
Monday, August 15, 2005
She's stands by her bike, dressed in her Sunday Finest... her hat and sundress blowing in the breeze. It's almost picture perfect...
Except it's Monday morning.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
He sits at the end of the counter; lost between the night before and the morning after. He drinks coffee and looks like he's forgotten something...
Or he's trying to, anyway.
Friday, August 12, 2005
He tries to get comfortable; as much as the concrete will let him. The morning has brought too much noise. He turns over and adjusts his pillow, made from an old army jacket.
Ignoring the world that's ignoring him.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
"I've had it fast, and I've had it slow... but I like it slow," he says with a smile.
"Me too," she replies.
"...especially in a Crock Pot."
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
He stares at the calendar before glancing at the urn on the mantel.
He takes her favorite dog out for a walk.
Monday, August 08, 2005
He stands and stares at the street sweeper as it goes by. He smirks as it goes off into the distance...
Then flicks his cigarette into the street.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
He walks alone, singing "I walk alone" very loudly to himself.
He stops when he realizes he isn't.
Friday, August 05, 2005
She struggles down the street, carrying bags bigger than she is. They all have "Contain Yourself" in bright red letters.
Obviously, she couldn't.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
The meeting breaks into its two distinctive groups. The camaraderie continues deep inside the ladies room.
The mens room falls silent.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
He frees his Mom's fishing line with a single tug. Embarassed, she pinky-swears him not to tell Grandpa of her missing skills.
They bond with one line for the water and another line for her father.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
The heat is unbearable. They huddle in the shade of a small tree.
They've learned the power of the dark side.
WANT A BETTER LIFE?