I don’t have the best memory
there are a lot of things I forget.
Even with my best intention
the experience is lost for me
because no memory is set.
Continue readingStory behind the Post: Plan C
Last month’s Saturday’s short story was a continuation of June’s short story. Every year there seems to be those two months with 5 Saturdays separated by only a month. Every year I say I will not do a 10-part short story again. Every year I end up doing a 10-part short story and regret it. So, yes I did another 10-part short story and no, I don’t regret it. But I still struggled with it.
Continue readingThat Guy
For someone who takes great pride
on claiming to know so much
and always having to be right
I think you actually just might
be a little out of touch.
Continue readingPlan C: Chapter V
Plan C: The Joy of Daily To-Dos
Lizzie watched the passing train and took a bite of her sandwich. A year ago today she had sat in a bus as it brought her home. She remembered that day well. Mainly the overwhelming feeling of failure. But that was a year ago. That girl, thankfully, no longer existed. The year had morphed her into someone else. Someone who no longer felt the bitter pangs of failure but felt more…what word could describe it? Successful wasn’t the exact word because she was still a work in progress. No, what she felt now was confidence. And she felt pity for that unsure girl from a year ago and wished she could give her some encouragement. It was a process, emphasis on process, but she felt like for the first time in probably her entire adult life her feet were firmly planted on the ground. It was ironic that the ground her feet were firmly planted on was in her hometown. The town she was so eager to leave at one time.
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Plan C: Chapter IV
Plan C: South Pass
Lizzie stepped out of the car and breathed deeply. While she loved the thrill of the fast-paced life she lived in New York she had to admit, she was a Wyoming girl at heart. One thing she realized she had missed living back east was the mountains. How the crisp cool air could snap your lungs to attention. She had a small reminder when she arrived late spring in town but today, back in the Wind River Range, she realized just how much she missed the mountains. This place where she currently stood was truly one of her favorite spots.
Continue readingWhat I’m gonna do
20 year old me…
I tell you what I’m gonna do
I’m going out there to conquer
I will bring the world to its knees
I will make it do as I please
I’m gonna be its loudest mocker
that’s just what I’m gonna do.
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Plan C: The Request
Lizzie settled into some sort of restless routine. At first, nothing felt mundane because she was aware of the fact she would soon miss all the small moments she was having with her dad. Every moment felt like a gift. But that feeling was short lived once the routine became familiar and she started taking those small moments for granted again. Life was moving downstream and she got caught in the current of routine. Until one morning when she saw her dad sitting in the kitchen. He was normally up before she was and would work the crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. This particular morning though, he just sat in the dark.
Continue readingHey, Little Bluebird
Hey, little bluebird
why don’t you fly?
You should be way up high
soaring way up in the sky
in a graceful motion.
But you can’t fly
because your wing is broken.
Continue readingPlan C: Chapter II
Plan C: Purpose
Lizzie stood and watched the train pass. But this time, she didn’t yell. She had no desire to yell. Instead, she simply watched the train with her arms crossed. A slight movement to her right made her aware she had company.
It was Matt. Of course it was Matt. How did he know she was at the tracks again? He didn’t bother to speak since she would not have been able to hear him anyway. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. He tilted his head toward the train. True, last time he found her here they ended up yelling at the top of their lungs until their voices were hoarse. That was the day she found out about her dad’s cancer. It was only two days ago but it felt much longer than that. She felt like a different person. Despite the bombshell news she actually felt calmer.
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