He thought he was going to play hard to get.
Amateur.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Small Stone 2/5
It's the first time in years I've driven back to this place; the streets have changed names and there's a new roundabout when you exit, but the rock is still there, the weedy desert mountain that always appears only steps away from their house.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Small Stone 2/4
Among the aisles in Walmart is an ocean of red and pink hearts; on plush animals and boxes of chocolates, on cheap jewelry and even cheaper perfume, on wrapping paper and greeting cards, on every sign and streamer, and on little chalky candies that advertise sentiments that are too cheesy to say out loud.
Small Stone 2/3
There is one guy among the group of college students who are discussing fundraising, and though I don't hear the entire question he's asking the ladies, I catch "Would you be offended... Justin Beiber throwing... at you?" with an accent on 'Justin Beiber' as though he's the variable that changes everything in this equation.
Small Stone 2/2
Too tired to be reading a novel full of ancient Spartan names that I could never pronounce, I keep reading the same sentence over and over again, and with each attempt, by the time I make it to the period, my eyeballs are jiggerbating, and I'm the same five words short of comprehension.
Small Stone 2/1
The room looks as though my girls threw a party, and used their clothing and Littlest pet shop toys as confetti.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Small Stone 1/31
School's out, and the campus erupts with a mass of little bodies that flood the block along with their parents' automobiles.
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