Kevin Thom

She'd been crying. Tears had trailed muddy tracks down her dusty cheeks. Her jaw was set defiantly though, and he knew better than to argue.

Janice cradled her hat, admiring the tiny cultured pearls sewn to its brim. Beauty lay in minutia, the details that give life its meaning.

All that separated him from that sunny land of clouds was a Plexiglas porthole, rimmed with frost and a crisp little galaxy of air bubbles.

Carol nestled deeper into her duvet, inhaling the warm scent of her own body. Her mind floated foggy plots of how to sleep late more often.

Barren treetops clattered in the wind, branching into a million worshiping fingertips, scrabbling against the darkening sky for absolution.

Jack looked forward to his time with Sarah. He had always preferred the company of loners. It was like membership in an exclusive club.

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Orange streetlamps and creeping headlights burned rippled reflections into dizzying depths beneath the wet pavement. Jack longed to dive in.

@NameYourTale It wasn't easy to choose. Glad we're in the same boat though!

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As the milk soaked into the rug, tears prickled her eyes, like the God of Frustration's reward for being today's most-frequent customer.

Carol's spirit had fled. Yet here she remained, propelling a shopping cart, one jittery wheel dowsing for bargains in the cereal aisle.

June's flower garden was the pride of Elm Street. No one else knew that seen from the air, it spelled out SOS. She quietly awaited rescue.

@susielin What you just did there was a RT: re-telephone. :P

The house landed loudly. Phil got up, shaken. He threw open the hallway closet. A bowling ball tumbled out. Items had shifted during flight.

A beach ball bobbed solemnly in Elliott Bay, its colorful curves touching the waves tangentially. Cat felt equally misplaced on the yacht.

We're all acting. Before long, we'll draw knives. Blood will pour like wine. For now, there are collegial smiles. I've never felt so alive.

Jordan returned home after prolonged incarceration. The Christmas tree was still up. "This will save me a lot of time," he mused, as a decaying bough crumbled to the floor, raising a murky cloud of dust.

Having a clone wasn't always easy, thought Josh, but being able to date Janet and Marnie at the same time made the hassle almost worthwhile.