You ever look out the window to check the weather, and then check the weather online, and wonder whether the weather online is the weather for your area – or maybe it’s the wrong day – because it just doesn’t match?
Yeah.
The Price Is Right
It’s that time, again, and he was not feeling it. Registering his soul never felt right, but it was required, so that others could bid on it. He feared that this time, someone might name the right price.
Heartbeat
They moved and shifted during the night, ending up back to back in bed. Her heel tapped his heel in a gentle rhythm, like a heartbeat, to him. She would awaken a little, resume the heartbeat, and then sleep again, finally stopping for the night when her sleep became deep.
He lay awake for a long time, thinking about the heartbeat, and how it felt, waiting for it to begin again.
World-beater
Eleven pounds, eyes just opened, she writhed around, trying to look over her shoulders and above her head as if she was trying to take it all in, as if she was filled with energy, and ready to take on the world, and impatient to begin.
Skipped
Has your mind ever skipped a day, so that you think it’s the next day, and you’re trying to do your activities based on the wrong day?
Yeah, that blows, doesn’t it? I never feel properly synchronized when that happens.
Boxes
Empty wine boxes littered the floor. It was a sign of the times.
It dismayed him. Where were the boxes of beer and boxes of coffee drinks?
Inspiration seized them. He would create them. And he’d sell them in his own establishment. He’d call it Boxes. It would look like a boxcar on the outside. The chairs and tables would resemble boxes.
People would come in and order boxes of food and drink. He imagined the orders. “Give me a box of onion rings, with a box of soda pop.” His burgers would be square, so they’d look like boxes, and be named for boxes. “Give me a Boxtop with a box of IPA.” His place would be decorated with takes on boxes – like a pair of sixes on dice. “Boxcars!” Boxing Day would be celebrated with big discounts.
Excitement growing, he turned to rush out. His feet tangled with several empty wine boxes. Tripping, he slammed his head into the door frame. Passed out, he bled out on the cold floor before anyone found him.
The young paramedic who responded to the call said, “He’s done. Let’s box him.”
It was crude, but he would have approved.
Blood
He stared at the spot of blood on his neck and blew a long sigh of dejection. The razor would need to be replaced. Once a razor tasted blood, it could never be trusted again.
Flavor
He drank coffee from her cup. “Hmmm, coffee water,” he said.
“I tasted your coffee, yesterday,” she said. “It was so strong, I gagged. Who can drink such strong coffee?”
“A coffee lover,” he said.
Cleaning
Have you ever noticed that when you start cleaning something, you often discover, it’s dirtier than you realized?
Yeah.
Flying
You ever watch people driving around, and imagine them behind the controls of a flying car?
Pretty frightening thought, isn’t it?
Michael Seidel, writer 