Chicken Legs

There was nothing about her chicken legs that she liked.  In fact, there was nothing about her chicken legs that anybody liked.  For her, they were dry and itchy and uncomfortable.  To everyone else they were dry and scaley and they made them feel uncomfortable.  She could run really fast with them but then she would win all the races, which caused everyone to be jealous and resentful.  Her legs were good for scratching at the dirt but she didn't have much use for scratching at the dirt and people who liked scratching at the dirt were also jealous and resentful.  But that had less to do with her chicken legs and more to do with her chicken feet. 

Too Many Pants

It was a day of too many pants. He woke up and began his day like any other day until it was time to put on his pants.  He fished out a pair from a pile of freshly washed pants and put them on. But another pair of pants seemed just as appealing as the first pair so he put those pants on too.  He hadn't removed the first pair.  He just put the second pair on right over the first pair.  And then he wondered.  And soon he was putting more and more pants on without removing any of the previous pairs until soon thereafter, he had on too many pants. 

on the cusp of something

Their last hour was spent together in the early morning under a mixture of diner lighting and the reality of day break that chased away any beauty left behind from the pre-dawn glow.  Not long before, the depths of a midnight sky cloaked the promise of unknown possibilities as they went from adventure to adventure, lifetimes spent within each passing hour feeling such uninhibited joy as they sought to find hidden grandeur, resolution and clarity.  But the inky sky revealed no such treasures that night and the sunrise rose much like a guillotine falls, cutting off the future and the possibility of their hopes.  No matter how close they had came or intently they had looked, it was always just out of reach, hidden seamlessly in the night.  They avoided any admit of defeat in their final moments together, instead hoping for another chance even though they weren't sure they'd ever see each other again. They had changed that night but regardless, their lives would still go on much the same. 

Connections

I believed him when he said, “Just send it to me subliminally, I’ll know what you’re talking about.”  But after I sent it to him, my mind to his, I received no response and wondered if he really did know what I was talking about.  But then I remembered, I had sent him a picture, not an explanation.  Sometimes no words are necessary.