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Andrew E. Hunt//Gratitude
The street lights were a warm
welcome from the oncoming
chill of darkness.
The park bench's curvature
felt familiar under his tired
old spine.
The wool blanket from the
Salvation Arm was comfortable
around his shoulders and the
pair of shoes he'd found in
the dumpster today fit
perfectly.
God, he thought, isn't life grand.
Andrew E. Hunt//The Bus Station
"One ticket to Hell please."
"I'm sorry, all departures going
south are booked up."
"Anyone else leaving tonight?"
"We have one bus heading in the
opposite direction."
"Any seats available?"
"Plenty."
"Very long ride?"
"No, not really, but you might
want to take a good book along.
I've heard it's a mighty lonely
trip."
Steven MacLeod//The Caretaker
"Don't walk on the grass!" shouted
the little man.
"Don't be stupid," the large man
replied. "It doesn't feel anything."
"You must care for it," retorted the
little man. "It gives us beauty, but
it's fragile."
"Whatever." The large man walked
away.
Years later, each had moved on.
Indifferently, the cemetery grass
grew over both.
D. Boon//A Photographer's Regrets
Looking back now, I see you swaddled
in white sheets, your hair hopelessly
tangled and your necklace faintly glinting
gold between your breasts. Telltale
picture; the manifest image of all my
desires in sharp focus and staring back
at me.
God, how I wish I'd never tripped the
shutter.
Sometimes it's better to forget.
The street lights were a warm
welcome from the oncoming
chill of darkness.
The park bench's curvature
felt familiar under his tired
old spine.
The wool blanket from the
Salvation Arm was comfortable
around his shoulders and the
pair of shoes he'd found in
the dumpster today fit
perfectly.
God, he thought, isn't life grand.
Andrew E. Hunt//The Bus Station
"One ticket to Hell please."
"I'm sorry, all departures going
south are booked up."
"Anyone else leaving tonight?"
"We have one bus heading in the
opposite direction."
"Any seats available?"
"Plenty."
"Very long ride?"
"No, not really, but you might
want to take a good book along.
I've heard it's a mighty lonely
trip."
Steven MacLeod//The Caretaker
"Don't walk on the grass!" shouted
the little man.
"Don't be stupid," the large man
replied. "It doesn't feel anything."
"You must care for it," retorted the
little man. "It gives us beauty, but
it's fragile."
"Whatever." The large man walked
away.
Years later, each had moved on.
Indifferently, the cemetery grass
grew over both.
D. Boon//A Photographer's Regrets
Looking back now, I see you swaddled
in white sheets, your hair hopelessly
tangled and your necklace faintly glinting
gold between your breasts. Telltale
picture; the manifest image of all my
desires in sharp focus and staring back
at me.
God, how I wish I'd never tripped the
shutter.
Sometimes it's better to forget.