bionicrobyn
they were sitting on the counter, like little white round soldiers all lined up and standing at attention... would she take them all? would she take the pills??
there they were all in one place, someone needed to step forward and claim what was theirs...everyone wanted them, but only one would stand out, they would be, "the controller"!
it was smeared everywhere... the little boy had decided he would make his own lunch to help relieve his mom from the daily tedium, he then created his wonderful, and very messy, peanut butter and jelly sandwich!
the little boy grasped the crayon with his stubby fingers, he looked at the lined paper and realized that he wanted to learn how to write, where to start? he must learn to print.
the young girl continued to wait by the brick wall...she knew that either way she would be okay, but she just needed to wait...then she began to tire, thus she began to lean against the sturdy wall for support, she knew she'd need it.