Eric checked his pockets again, then added chocolates to the cart. From another aisle came a bouquet of flowers. After wandering a bit, he found the card section and selected one that seemed special. Into the cart.
At the end of the card aisle were some bows and ribbons and he chose a fancy matched set for chocolates box.
Finally, he was home. "I was listless at the store hon, got this stuff instead."
Like cockroaches in the glare of a sudden kitchen light, they scattered and skittered into cracks and holes, disappearing into dark places and retreating from the stuttering roar. In their wake they left backpacks and sacks loaded with cans of food, weapons, and jugs of water.
A mother ran out, risking everything to grab a nondescript duffel and race for cover as the staccato sound of an automatic weapon followed her. Splinters of concrete stung her bare legs and feet. Then all was silent, and all waited for the watchers to grow bored and look elsewhere.
Over the next week, I'm taking the time to point out some friends of mine and the interesting things they write, post and do. If you don't see your favorite blogger here, come back tomorrow or the next day and perhaps you will. And if you still don't, then drop me an email and we'll try to rectify that. I'm also taking suggestions for new blogs to follow, so let me know who your favorites are.
Do you ever have those moments as you wake up, when the images of momentary dreams slip from your grasp like wisps of clouds? I'm sure most people have those moments. How often have you thought, "I was dreaming, but I can't remember what," in the moments after you awoke?
There is a place between conscious and unconscious where dreams and reality meet. A place where the unreal seems real, and the real is unsubstantial. Maybe you're not sure what is real and what isn't.
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