Lily Marie
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A Bowl of Rice
It was contained within the home of those each who believed something different about it. After appearing out of nowhere one day it sat on the counter taking up a blueish tint on the inside and outside with a brown rim adding a hint of decor. The dwellers of this house had naturally created a hierarchy among the four of them based on the level of wisdom that they possessed and they regarded each other in this way. Each of these had their own room and their own space in which they lived and so each of them never really had a reason to communicate with one another, they simply lived side by side without disturbance until this strange appearance welcomed itself into their household. The home in which the bowl sat held four occupants. Two males and two females. All of about the same age, but two which were of a higher maturity than the other two. These two were the ones who kept the house contained and in order. Many things were not done without them knowing about it or at least finding out promptly after it occurred. So it was quite surprising that when the blue bowl filled with grains of rice appeared, these two did not know the manner in which it came into existence. These two even went so far as to ask the two less wise occupants of the household if they knew anything about the bowl, but neither knew where it came from.
By Lily Marie5 years ago in Families
Litter
The receipt I dropped last night, perhaps I pretend I did not see it fly away in the breeze as I took my keys from my back pocket, perhaps I pretend I do not hear the rustling noise it makes as it travels across the parking lot taunting me as a I walk to my car, “litterer, litterer.” Perhaps I am afraid that someone has seen me drop this receipt and will report me to the authorities after which I will receive a letter in the mail informing me of a fine for littering, and so I pick it up. Or perhaps I think, I’ve done enough for this world, it can take one indisposed receipt. Or maybe I don’t pick it up and maybe the fear of getting a fine for civil disservice haunts me and my dreams that night. Or maybe I sleep peacefully and dream of pastel rollerblades.
By Lily Marie5 years ago in Humans
