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Today’s OneWord: Nest

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The nest was perched in the tree several feet above my head. I looked at the baby bird on the ground and thought how scared it must feel, how scary it must have been to fall all that way. It was so young, it’s eyes were not yet open. I imagined falling from the nest and hitting the ground, not even being able to see what was going on. I stared at the wobbling thing. It looked like an alien with it’s eyes bulging and not being able to see.

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Today’s OneWord: Chat

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Great, I thought. ‘A Chat.’ That did not bode well. Whenever Mike said, “Dan, Let’s chat.” it was never good news. It was never nice words for a job well done. It was always some managerial crap. It was always Mike trying to act like a manager when he was really just a ginormous tool.

I sighed and got up from my desk to follow him to his office.

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Today’s OneWord: Grind

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The daily grind. The old salt mines. Another day another dollar.

As I rode the subway to work, I tried to think of all the cliches that people use to describe going to work. My father’s favorite was that he was going to the salt mines. As a child, I never understood it. He was a contractor, what did that have to do with salt!

The subway approached my stop and I stood up to get off the train.

“Hey!” I heard behind me. “Hey, did you drop this?”

I turned to see who was speaking and see if I had dropped something.

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Today’s OneWord: Jelly

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It wasn’t something I needed, something I thought was cool or interesting. It was a necessity. I had to have it. It was like a compulsion. Yes, that was it. I was compelled to have it. The smooth green glass of the bowl looked creamy and welcoming. I had no idea what I would do with it, but I knew I had to have it.

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Today’s OneWord: Treaty

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***** Warning ***** Bad language in this one, Folks! *****

“A treaty?” I said, incredulous.

“Yeah, a treaty.”

He blinked at me like I was stupid. He was the one being stupid. A treaty? A fucking treaty? Was he serious with this? I just looked at him, at a loss for words.

“I’ll sign your TREATY with a shit pen and wipe my ass on the paper.”

 

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Today’s OneWord: Emptying

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As I was emptying the paper recycling barrel into the larger barrel, something shiny caught my eye. I stopped pouring the crumpled papers into the larger container and bent down to look a little closer. My hand stopped inches from the shiny object as a I realized what it was. A bullet casing. What the hell was a bullet casing doing in the lobby recycle bin?

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Today’s OneWord: Necessity

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It wasn’t something I needed, something I thought was cool or interesting. It was a necessity. I had to have it. It was like a compulsion. Yes, that was it. I was compelled to have it. The smooth green glass of the bowl looked creamy and welcoming. I had no idea what I would do with it, but I knew I had to have it.

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Today’s OneWord: Hassle

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I should have known it would be just a big hassle. It always was with Sara. She never did what we expected her to, what she should do. She was always drama.

I walked into the lobby of her apartment building and saw her standing by the elevators with her suitcase. Figures. She couldn’t even come outside like a normal person, had to be all dramatic, waiting in the lobby with her suitcase, crying.

I sighed and walked to help her with her suitcase.

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Today’s OneWord: Reporter

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As a reporter, it was my job to make sure the truth was told and I wasn’t going to let anything come between me and the truth. I crouched behind the dumpster as I heard the door open. Quickly grabbing my voice recorder from the pocket of my jacket, I pushed the button to start recording and held my breath. I had no idea who had just come out the door, but I was going to record everything they said, regardless.

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Today’s OneWord: Sunglasses

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The sunglasses sat on the floor, a beam of sunlight shining on them through the window. Her blood, splattered across the wooden slats of the floor boards shone like rubies scattered in the sunlight.

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