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​ She asked the question even though she didn't

really want to hear the answer. It was a no-win
situation since she already knew. If he told the
truth, she'd get confirmation of her worst fears. If he
lied, she'd know that he wasn't who she thought he
was which would be almost as bad. Yet she asked
the question anyway and waited for his answer.
​
​ It was a concerning development that he couldn't
get out of his mind. He'd had many friends
throughout his early years and had fond memories
of playing with them, but he couldn't understand
how it had all stopped. There was some point as he
grew up that he played with each of his friends for
the very last time, and he had no idea that it would
be the last.
​
​ There was something in the tree. It was difficult to
tell from the ground, but Rachael could see
movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in
the direction of the movement, trying to decipher
 exactly what she had spied. The more she peered,
however, the more she thought it might be a
figment of her imagination. Nothing seemed to
move until the moment she began to take her eyes
off the tree. Then in the corner of her eye, she
would see the movement again and begin the
process of staring again.
​
​ Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. The man
walking down the street in a banana suit. The llama
standing in the middle of the road. The fairies
dancing in front of the car window. The fact that all
of this was actually happening and wasn't a dream.
​
​ The red ball sat proudly at the top of the toybox. It
had been the last to be played with and anticipated
it would be the next as well. The other toys
grumbled beneath. At one time each had held the
spot of the red ball, but over time they had sunk
deeper and deeper into the toy box.
​
​ Spending time at national parks can be an exciting
adventure, but this wasn't the type of excitement
she was hoping to experience. As she
contemplated the situation she found herself in,
 she knew she'd gotten herself in a little more than
she bargained for. It wasn't often that she found
herself in a tree staring down at a pack of wolves
that were looking to make her their next meal.
​
​ Dave wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up in
this predicament. He ran through all the events
that had lead to this current situation and it still
didn't make sense. He wanted to spend some time
to try and make sense of it all, but he had higher
priorities at the moment. The first was how to get
out of his current situation of being naked in a tree
with snow falling all around and no way for him to
get down.
​
​ There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn't
the hate itself as it was a disgusting display of
racism and intolerance. It was what propelled the
hate and the fact that although he had this hate, he
didn't understand where it came from. It was at
that moment that she realized that there was hope
in changing him.
​
​ “Ingredients for life,” said the backside of the truck.
They mean food, but really food is only 1 ingredient
 of life. Life has so many more ingredients such as
pain, happiness, laughter, joy, tears, and smiles. Life
also has hard work, easy play, sleepless nights, and
sunbathing by the ocean. Love, hatred, envy,
self-assurance, and fear could be just down aisle 3
ready to be bought when needed. How I wish I
could pull ingredients like these off shelves in a
store.
​
​ The light blinded him. It was dark and he thought
he was the only one in the area, but the light
shining in his eyes proved him wrong. It came from
about 100 feet away and was shining so directly into
his eyes he couldn't make out anything about the
person holding the light. There was only one thing
to do in this situation. He reached into his pocket
and pulled out a flashlight of his own that was
much stronger than the one currently blinding him.
He turned it on and pointed it into the stranger's
eyes.
​
​ It was a good idea. At least, they all thought it was a
good idea at the time. Hindsight would reveal that
in reality, it was an unbelievably terrible idea, but it
would take another week for them to understand
 that. Right now, at this very moment. they all
agreed that it was the perfect course of action for
the current situation.
​
​ Sometimes there isn't a good answer. No matter
how you try to rationalize the outcome, it doesn't
make sense. And instead of an answer, you are
simply left with a question. Why?
​
​ Lori lived her life through the lens of a camera. She
never realized this until this very moment as she
scrolled through thousands of images on your
computer. She could remember the exact moment
each photo was taken. She could remember where
she had been, what she was thinking as she tried to
get the shot, the smells of the surrounding area,
and even the emotions that she felt taking the
photo, yet she had trouble remembering what she
had for breakfast.
​
​ It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what
her hair seemed to resemble every morning when
she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to
get it under control and she was sick and tired of it.
She peered into the mirror and wondered if it was
 worth it. It wasn't. She opened the drawer and
picked up the hair clippers.
​
​ April seriously wondered about her sleeping
partner choices. She looked at her bed and what a
mess it had become. How did she get to the point
in her life where she had two dogs, three cats, and a
raccoon sleeping with her every night?
​
​ Devon couldn't figure out the color of her eyes. He
initially would have guessed that they were green,
but the more he looked at them he almost wanted
to say they were a golden yellow. Then there were
the flashes of red and orange that seemed to be
streaked throughout them. It was almost as if her
eyes were made of opal with the sun constantly
glinting off of them and bringing out more color.
They were definitely the most unusual pair of eyes
he'd ever seen.
​
​ I'm heading back to Colorado tomorrow after being
down in Santa Barbara over the weekend for the
festival there. I will be making October plans once
there and will try to arrange so I'm back here for the
birthday if possible. I'll let you know as soon as I
 know the doctor's appointment schedule and my
flight plans.
​
​ They told her that this was her once chance to
show the world what she was made of. She
believed them at the time. It was the big stage and
she knew the world would be there to see. The only
one who had disagreed with this sentiment was
her brother. He had told her that you don't show
the world what you're made of when they are all
watching, you show that in your actions when
nobody was looking. It was looking more and more
like her brother was correct.
​
​ 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.