Today’s OneWord: Festival

I ran through the crowds, searching for him.  He was here somewhere.  I pushed people aside, yelling his name, frantically moving through the festival in search of his face.  There he was.  I stopped.  Stood still.  It’s better to know where your enemy is than to have him surprise you.

Today’s OneWord: Function

I was so tired, I couldn’t function.  My eyes threatened to close every other second, against my will and I could smell smoke.  My legs would barely hold me up anymore and I stumbled against the brick as I made my way to the counter.  The woman behind the counter took a step back as I approached, fear in her wide brown eyes.  She made me think of a cow.

Today’s OneWord: Odds

At odds with myself about what I should do, I turned down the alley.  I knew there was a chance I would never leave the alley, but I didn’t care anymore.  I didn’t care whether I saw another sunrise or got another piece of gum stuck to my shoes.  I didn’t care as long as he was alive.  So either he or I was not leaving that alley.

Today’s OneWord: Hoop

It lay there, on the floor.  Glistening in the sunlight that streamed in from the high window.  Sparkling like happiness, it was a golden hoop earring.  I knew it was hers, knew she had been here.  So where was she now?  Where had she gone?  Why was her hoop left behind and would she live long enough for me to return it to her?

Today’s OneWord: Cabin

I had cabin fever bad. I couldn’t believe it had rained for four days straight already. The road leading down the mountain was a sheer mudslide and I couldn’t safely get down it until things dried out a bit. It was a good thing I had made my grocery trip down the hill before the monsoon began.

I stood by my living room bay window with my cup of steaming hot, too sweet tea, and watched the rain fall.

Today’s OneWord: Collar

She wore it attached to a collar on her neck. It was a locket. A gold locket with filigree flowers and vines. It was beautiful. And it was attached by a split ring to a pink dog collar. She wore it around her neck and the pink from the collar matched the pink on the tips of her liberty spikes. Her blue eyes sparkled as she grinned at me and my heart began to pound.

Today’s OneWord: Beehive

Walking home from the bus stop, I was kicking rocks as I meandered my way down the long dirt road to my house.  I felt something touch my ear and brushed my hand lazily in the air near my head.  Thinking about my terrible day at school, I continued looking at the ground and shuffling my feet along.  I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my neck.  I scratched there, assuming it was just a twinge.  Suddenly I felt funny.  My vision began to blur and I felt dizzy.  I felt my legs give way beneath me and fell to the ground.  Confused, I looked around me as my vision went black.  Of course, the beehive . . .

Today’s OneWord: Plans

I had plans. Big plans. Not the pie in the sky, I wanna be famous, kind of plans, but they were big plans nevertheless. I was a simple girl back then, just wanting a family and a home I could be proud of instead of the run down trailer I had grown up in with a drunk father and June Cleaver for a mother. It was sad and scary, really, the way she thought she was perfect and refused to admit that we were not.

Today’s OneWord: Runway

She walked down the runway, her long legs stretching out in front of her as if she were taking a stroll along a sunny French street on her way to a cafe somewhere where she would meet her lover. Her face was drawn and taught, her cheekbones prominent in her thin face.

Today’s OneWord: Liberty

Liberty tasted sweet. Much sweeter than I had imagined it would. When you think of being free for as long as I have you imagine all you would do, all you would say and feel. And when I was finally free, all I could was stand. Stand still and breathe.