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"You know what, I think tomorrow, I'm going to get up, cash out my savings, leave my cell phone and identification behind me. I'm going to get into my car and drive until I find the new city I'll spend the rest of my life."
"Liar."
"It's possible."
"You just don't want to take the statistics test tomorrow. Now get back to studying."
I trace the edges, but the picture doesn't come out quite like I envisioned. Maybe that's part of life. No matter how much you try to stay along the edges, unnoticed, you inevitably go out into the open void and begin creating your own image, your own drawing. In time, you've forgotten the stencil and see a new creation.
"Common, punk, let's see what you've got!", the 250-lb bully said, waving the knife in Eric's face.
Eric slowly sighed and looked up at the Neanderthal. *Not again,* he thought.
With a roll of the eyes, Eric raised his gun and shot the idiot.
"Never bring a knife to a gun fight," Eric said to the dying man.
She stood behind the door waiting for him to enter. It had been a long day and everyone had been wonderful to help her.
There was a clinking from his keys. She had to suppress her giggle. The hinge creaked as he opened the door. The light flickered and she knew it was time.
"Surprise!"
"How much do you want?" she couldn't help but eye the diamond. He thought it was a fake, but she could tell it wasn't.
His eyes squinted. "It's worth more isn't it? Maybe I should talk to someone else." He turned to leave out the pawn shop.
"Chances are..." the crooner sang in the background.
Dave turned to Mona. "Can I have this dance, love?"
With a smile she accepted. He had waited years for her arrival. Now that she was here, in heaven, they were going to dance as they once did a lifetime ago.
Twilight faded as the sunset. A new day of eternity would break with the dawn's first rays.
The van with the mattresses on top was only going 30 mph in a 70. Eric wanted to reach out of his Mercedes-Benz E350 and throttle the family man. Didn't he know there were side roads for this sort of nonsense?
Instead, he passed the redheaded mom in the driver's seat and blew her a kiss.
I can't help but think of Psalm ... 42? That says, "As a deer longs for a the flowing stream, so I long for you oh, Lord." ... I can't help but wonder, what happens when the spring is dry and there is no signs of rain? Will the deer wither and die?
And will the waters that come after care?
She stared at the flowers on her mother's kitchen table. Just two days ago she remembered sitting there while her mother put them in the vase. Her mother was always good at placing flowers.
Now, she was alone and her mother was gone.
And the violets wilted.
"Give me a B!" the second cheerleader yelled.
"B" the crowd replied.
On and on they went. Spelling a word that meant more to describe the head cheerleader than the players they were rooting for.
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