Espresso Stories, 8 May 2011

"Mommy, why do we have rainbows?" "Because, honey, even God makes promises he can't keep."

He looked like a bad ass Jesus; and she was crazy to nail him.

Everyone brought an item that represented their youth. Among the teddy bears and dolls; the toy soldiers and ballet slippers; the crayon boxes and VHS tapes an empty whiskey bottle stood tall-- threateing to bring back the memories.

___________________________<---sometimes we just don't have anything to say.

She wished she could be on the plane, among those sleepy people from somewhere else; instead she was stuck on the runway, just one sleepy person from here.

she peeled the final label from the sheet of plastic and wrote in black sharpie. "Gay". she plastered it to herself on top of Thin, Lonely, and Karen. 

he knelt, feigned the everlasting cross over his chest, and waited for Him to reap His subjects. 

I'd hate to be the one to tell my child that there weren't no pretty flowers to look at no more. that the bees were gone.

i wanted for us to be alone together, but now that we're together, i've never felt so alone.

"Mommy, I brought you some flowers!" "Those are weeds, honey." The little girl threw the dandelions back into the grass. "They look like flowers to me."

--Julie, Mark, Christie, and Patti