Love isn't always a ray of sunshine.

That's what the older girls kept telling her

when she said she had found the perfect man. She had thought this was simply bitter
talk on their part since they had been unable to find true love like hers. But now
she had to face the fact that they may have been right. Love may not always be a
ray of sunshine. That is unless they were referring to how the sun can burn.
What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline the eyes, nose, and
mouth on your face with your finger, you make an "I" which makes perfect sense, but
is something I never noticed before. What have you noticed today?
Do you really listen when you are talking with someone? I have a friend who listens
in an unforgiving way. She actually takes every word you say as being something
important and when you have a friend that listens like that, words take on a whole
new meaning.
Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost
horizontal, emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than
beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression
and a contradictory subtle play of features. Her manner was engaging.
The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road. It
wasn't obvious that the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed.
They were just all too afraid to ever go and see it in person.
There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone
tapping their nails on the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another
human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't stand any of these things,
but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped
all of them combined.
There had to be a better way. That's all Nancy could think as she sat at her desk
staring at her computer screen. She'd already spent five years of her life in this
little cubicle staring at her computer doing "work" that didn't seem to matter to
anyone including her own boss. There had to be more to her life than this and there
had to be a better way to make a living. That's what she was thinking when the
earthquake struck.
"Can I get you anything else?" David asked. It was a question he asked a hundred
times a day and he always received the same answer. It had become such an ingrained
part of his daily routine that he had to step back and actively think when he heard
the little girl's reply. Nobody had before answered the question the way that she
did, and David didn't know how he should respond.
Hopes and dreams were dashed that day. It should have been expected, but it still
came as a shock. The warning signs had been ignored in favor of the possibility,
however remote, that it could actually happen. That possibility had grown from hope
to an undeniable belief it must be destiny. That was until it wasn't and the hopes
and dreams came crashing down.
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined
he'd find himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front
of him. That blank screen taunting him day after day had started to play with his
mind. He didn't understand why he couldn't even type a single word, just one to
begin the process and build from there. And yet, he already knew that the eight
hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would end with the
screen remaining blank.