If walls were everywhere.
“When I die, please don’t let there be any gardenias at my funeral,” she said, staring blankly out the car window.
All the lights in the history of time reflected in the wet street as the caravan of shiny black Town Cars crawled through Manhattan at dusk. The blurry symphony of color barely registered. Any other time and she’d be reaching for her iPhone to snap a few photos of the interesting reflections – maybe post them on Instagram.
“Hmmm… What? Sweetie, did you say something?” came his response a full minute later.
“Also please don’t let me die during the winter. Winter is already too hard. Winter sucks! Summer is when I want to die. Lots of sunshine. Or spring, maybe. Yes, spring. A nice, sunny spring day. Or….” her voice cracked. “…DAMN IT! There isn’t a good time of year to bury your best friend, is there? I couldn’t breathe,” she whispered.
He reached across the expanse of the cold leather seat and took her hand. “I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing his thumb across the tops of her fingers. “Yes, winter sucks.”
She turned to face him, pulled her hand from his in order to adjust her weight. The scooch of her pleather skirt against the leather seat produced a noise remarkably similar to the sound that often emanated from their Great Dane. Continue reading
Sunflowers make me smile like music makes me dance.
Isn’t That Just Dandy
We are all perfectly imperfect, just like this spent dandelion. This weed, disappearing on the tails of a late spring breeze, whispered to me its wish for everyone to be tender with each other’s hearts.
Flowers On My Table
Lunch tastes better with these little pretties smiling at me 🙂 Even if there are no conversations upon which I can eavesdrop…