"Do Not Enter." The sign made it clear that they didn't want anyone around.

That
wasn't going to stop Jack. Jack always lived with the notion that signs were mere
suggestions, not actually absolute rules. That's why the moment Jack looked at the
"Do Not Enter" sign, he walked past it and onto their property.
The box sat on the desk next to the computer. It had arrived earlier in the day and
business had interrupted her opening it earlier. She didn't who had sent it and
briefly wondered who it might have been. As she began to unwrap it, she had no idea
that opening it would completely change her life.
She put the pen to paper but she couldn't bring herself to actually write anything.
She just stared at the blank card and wondered what words she could write that
would help in even a small way. She thought of a dozen ways to begin but none
seemed to do justice to the situation. There were no words that could help and she
knew it.
Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he
quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it
would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes,
the sun beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long
as he could remember.
She has seen this scene before. It had come to her in dreams many times before. She
had to pinch herself to make sure it wasn't a dream again. As her fingers squeezed
against her arm, she felt the pain. It was this pain that immediately woke her up.
Eating raw fish didn't sound like a good idea. "It's a delicacy in Japan," didn't
seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
Time is all relative based on age and experience. When you are a child an hour is a
long time to wait but a very short time when that’s all the time you are allowed on
your iPad. As a teenager time goes faster the more deadlines you have and the more
you procrastinate. As a young adult, you think you have forever to live and don’t
appreciate the time you spend with others. As a middle-aged adult, time flies by as
you watch your children grow up. And finally, as you get old and you have fewer
responsibilities and fewer demands on you, time slows. You appreciate each day and
are thankful you are alive. An hour is the same amount of time for everyone yet it
can feel so different in how it goes by.
She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a rush to get someplace,
but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or
death. She raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She
was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead standstill on the road
ahead.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if
the marks on the stone were accurate. He couldn't be sure. Day and nights had begun
to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too
long.
After hunting for several hours, we finally saw a large seal sunning itself on a
flat rock. I took one of the wooden clubs while Larry took the longer one. We
slowly snuck up behind the seal until we were close enough to club it over its
head. The seal slumped over and died. This seal would help us survive. We could eat
the meat and fat. The fat could be burned in a shell for light and the fur could be
used to make a blanket. We declared our first day of hunting a great success.