Sketch

‘Why does every #sketch look like her?’ she demanded.

I thought it prudent to keep my mouth shut. Really, how to explain that my hands never forgot the shape of my first love, my eternal muse? #vss365

Who does Jesus love?

- But nana, I really am the best in math. Stop! Jesus loves #humble children. He doesn’t like brags. Let others realize on their own - - If they don’t? Work harder. Years later, I watched the brags move up in life. God must hate them , I thought with glee.

#vss365 #tweetsweet

The only constant - Change

A story in 3 Tweets. Edited slightly from how I first published them on Twitter.

Part 1:

Yes, I’m sure I have the only room key. This station’s dead now, was the terminus till they extended Silver Line. A vase was moved? - Moves. Every day. To the table, into the sink. #Listen, I’m tired of talking to a new agent every day. Where’s Moylen? Who’s that?

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Part 2:

Tara today, yesterday Moylen. Acting like they understand. I #orient myself to the new world each day, but it’s a new railroad, a new map, the moved vase. They don’t know what it is to be me, the only constant in a changing universe. I’m scared I’ve been changing too.

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Part 3:

Moylen, Tara. Agent X tomorrow. I’ll bludgeon the sap to death with the glass vase. No one will know. Truth is there’s no rules. I try to #improvise, but no one cares.

You ask if this will ever end? It’s Newtonian really. Cause, effect.

Stop moving my vase, I'll stop my calls. #vss365

Consensus

Can’t #overlook this - he’s fucked half the women in the office. Consensual? Yes. Works till it doesn’t - his poetry, the lost puppy look. They find out he’s married. The Other Other women. They show up at my desk - HR! Help! He’s a legit asshat - But a legal one.

Revenge is best served sweet

He parked like a fuckin’ asshole. It was a he? He, she. It. Fuckin’ matters? It’s mental, straddling two parking spots like that. Please tell me you didn’t start a fight. Or key the car. Course not. I just went back and smothered the windshield in maple #syrup.

Excisions

- It’s too much. The roots are beginning to rot, ma’am. You’re risking an infection. - Cutting them out will definitely kill him. Maybe. - He never felt he #belonged so he attached himself to me. Excising him may save you. Both of you. #vss365 #writerscommunity

She

#she stumbled upon a technique to grow her own wings. They’re light but strong, alloyed with empathy. The takeoffs are short of spectacular - a run, flapping. Sometimes she falls. But she steadies herself, runs, flaps again and she’s off. The youngins watch and learn. #vss365

Sweet poisons

..the #epitome of busy..forgot baby in car..shopping..died. Tell them what I bought, Jo’s eyes begged her lawyer. Antifreeze, cos Wiki said it’s a sweet poison. I wanted to give us a sweet last meal. He ignored her. Busy-mom worked better with juries than suicide-bitch.#vss365

Saying it with dots and dashes

.. .-.. -- ...- . .-- ---..- -Another project? <silence> -Pretty card though. Ed placed it on the mantel. Roz sighed. These days he didn’t get her in plain English; there was no way he’d painstakingly decode Morse’s #dots and dashes. Could? Yes. Would? No. #vss365 #canyou