I guess RJ reads it, too.

So, RJ had killed them. Figures. He promised he would do just that when Dickie smashed their TV while playing Wii bowling, but they had always thought he was exaggerating.
Nope. Jeff, upon realizing this and cursing at RJ [just goes to show you the extreme gravity of the situation (pun?)] decided that now was the time to engage in hand-to-hand combat. And so the boys began to wrestle around the dusty and warm floor of Hell. This started to attract a lot of attention because the grunts and occasional slaps reverberated through the caverns, as we had already established that Hell was echo-y.
The boys were still tussling, as Dickie forlornly looked at her broken red glasses, when yet another person “dropped in” from the ceiling. “Diiii-ckie….?” Dickie took a double-take not recognizing this girl with lustrious brown locks. It was Janell. Apparently, she had a heart attack the second RJ had died. You’d think this was because she was so closely connected to him and because he was her true love, but really it was purely coincidental.
“Hey, Kiddo. You didn’t happen to die with some super glue on you, did ya?”

….. To be continued.

because you are the only one who reads this....

Jeff was waiting patiently outside in his old but carefully kept Porsche while Dickie ran back and forth from the car to the house. First, she'd left her phone and then she'd left her bathing suit and finally, her red sunglasses. Luckily, Jeff had years of experience with this, and for some reason, because she was NOT his girlfriend, he could tolerate this "inefficient" behavior. With a large sigh and a big smile, Dickie at last settled into the front seat and buckled her seatbelt. They both heard her your-battery-is-dying-beep on her phone, but Jeff shifted into first and pretended not to notice.

"So, has the Barista called?" Dickie casually inquired as they picked up speed on the freeway. "Emailed, actually," he replied offhand. And that was when the Semi pulling onto the 405, blew a tire, over-corrected and crashed directly onto their car....

What seemed like seconds, stretched into hours as Dickie and Jeff seemed fated to be squished like bugs. But then, as if they had suddenly popped into a new world, they both awoke gasping on a cold metal floor, in a bright harsh light.

"Oh no," Dickie said, red sunglasses tightly clutched in one hand, heart pounding. "I dragged you down to hell with me, babe."


....... to be continued.

orion.

Orion outside, framed in my window. Coincidence or a wink from the big plan? Was just thinking that I wished I had a man and then I realized that there was one: Orion. He was framed perfectly with his belt and his sword. Incredible timing, after staring at him and then trying to go back to sleep, I looked out fifteen minutes later to see that he had dipped below my sightline. It just emphasized what incredible timing it was to wish it, look out and see it. If I was god, I would wink in such a manner at my creations. And this got me thinking, if it was just a coincidence, would that be more of a marvel? Or less?

daring myself to go.

every day i think of what my life would be like if i just picked up and moved. chucked it all and started an artist's life in a warm, dry place. i could live in a pair of worn-thin levi's and a drawer full of shirts and bikinis. i could write and read with complete focus. and i could live on cash and close my credit card accounts, tugging those balances down to a smug zero. escape to the desert, date a cowboy and adopt a dog.

concerns.

She felt tired and creased. Was being under-valued the price of being young?, she wondered, driving home from work. And was shrugging that very concern out the window its luxury?, she would have wondered, had she not done just that.

The volume up, the windows down, the heater on and the wind rushing in. Home, home. When I get home, she thought, I will strip down to my underwear and lie in bed eating a red-carelessly-red popsicle.