at the beginning

This is what dying feels like, huh? Her voice was a subtle murmur. She could scream no longer. Her consciousness faded as her body begun to float above the flame-engulfed car and into a now cold, hazy sky. It was just her and the clouds. All her memories like a cassette tape rewound to the beginning.

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A Latte To Go

I opened the door and closed it gently, still peering at him through the marbled-stained glass. I watched him gesture ‘yes’ to himself before he walked away. I could only smile. A latte to go.

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The Black Rectangle

I glanced at the ceiling and there it was, the black rectangle. A representation of art. A holder of history. Love. No matter what happens, like our love, it will always stand… and always be.

I took off my heels and walked barefoot back to the lodge. As tears welled up in my eyes, one of the organizers waved and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but feel that I didn’t accomplish what I wanted to for this trip. Or did I?

STOP THE CLOCK

The morning commute is nothing without a lady yelling that we are all doomed to damnation. Hopefully, I get to Cosmopolitan before that. Wait. That’s not right to say. I just proved her point. Maybe I do need Jesus.