"What if we are on the last line of God's #haiku?"
she asked.
Her mother put down her pen. She had been writing her weekly letter to
her own parents. The quarantine was now into the third month. She looked
at her daughter, green eyes hoping.
"It was a beautiful poem." #vss365
He #organized
the love letters into shoeboxes. Each card placed in the envelope with
the crease at the top. Placed in the box by date. Funny, there were no
letters since 2016. He placed the shoeboxes into a packing box with the
divorce papers. He had enough for postage. #vss365
The #Armada
Township in Nebraska was busy that day. The Miller Community Center was
packed. The parking lot filled with mostly trucks, but a few tractors.
The President was on the radio. Only the soft cooing of a child was
heard when the world went back to war. #vss365
"Dad, can you dance?"
"I can do the #Robot."
"What is that?"
"Play some music... and watch this!"
After a minute he sees that the room is empty, but can hear the laughter
from the other room. He continues anyway, awash in memory. #vss365
"May I have a #word
with you?" The little boy hung his head walking to the corner of the
playground with his teacher. What had he done this time? He felt like
everyone wanted a word with him. He resisted the urge to run. "That was
an awesome throw!" He smiled for once. #vss365
The lights. The stage. The microphone. The paper filled with words not #spoken.
Her hands trembling. Her pain and beauty screaming to be heard. The
audience waiting to be knocked over with her voice. She coughs and opens
her soul for the world to hear. #vss365
He couldn’t get a #spark
from the lighter. Panic set in. He felt around him for some stones,
something. It was day 88 of the darkness. He tried to slow his mind.
There was a rumble building behind him. He couldn’t tell if it was them
or just the world falling apart. #vss365
