There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe.

All one had to do was look at it

to know that with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been
able to work one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but time was
something he didn't have. A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made
quickly.
The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what
was about him. He didn't hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the
road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.
Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied
enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their
daily life and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also
knew it wasn't going to be enough.
The bowl was filled with fruit. It seemed to be an overabundance of strawberries,
but it also included blueberries, raspberries, grapes, and banana slices. This was
the meal Sarah had every morning to start her day since she could remember. Why she
decided to add chocolate as an option today was still a bit of a surprise, but she
had been in the process of deciding she wanted to change her routine. This was a
baby step to begin that start.
It had been a late night. To be more correct, it had been an early morning. It was
now 3:00 AM and George was just getting home. He wasn't sure if it had been worth
it. He was supposed to have been finished by 10:00 PM, but his boss had implored
him to stay and help when it was clear they weren't going to meet the 10:00 PM
target time. So, he had stayed an extra 5 hours and lost a good night's sleep for
something he didn't really believe in, but he did anyway because he was afraid if
he refused he might lose his job.
The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought
nothing of them, deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would
know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably didn't have too much
time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true,
there could be only one place where their civilization was hidden.
Many people say that life isn't like a bed of roses. I beg to differ. I think that
life is quite like a bed of roses. Just like life, a bed of roses looks pretty on
the outside, but when you're in it, you find that it is nothing but thorns and
pain. I myself have been pricked quite badly.
The red glow of tail lights indicating another long drive home from work after an
even longer 24-hour shift at the hospital. The shift hadn�t been horrible but the
constant stream of patients entering the ER meant there was no downtime. She had
some of the �regulars� in tonight with new ailments they were sure were going to
kill them. It�s amazing what a couple of Tylenol and a physical exam from the
doctor did to eliminate their pain, nausea, headache, or whatever other mild
symptoms they had. Sometimes she wondered if all they really needed was some
interaction with others and a bit of the individual attention they received from
the nurses.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely
on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or
the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb
in the air, she had a plan.
It was just a burger. Why couldn't she understand that? She knew he'd completely
changed his life around her eating habits, so why couldn't she give him a break
this one time? She wasn't even supposed to have found out. Yes, he had promised her
and yes, he had broken that promise, but still in his mind, all it had been was
just a burger.