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July 10, 2007

Tuesday

Your free association word of the day is forgotten.

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When they took her, the despair had terror inside of it. When they found her body, terror became rage. As we laid her in the ground, I swore to never forget her.

Her friends at school put together a website in memory of her.

I built a mausoleum, a shrine to her, in my soul.

I tended her shrine loyally, but as the years passed I guiltily began noticing cracks in its foundation, weaknesses in my memory.

I patched and puttied and shored it up.
I struggled and fought against time exploiting my flawed mind.

Yet she slowly slipped away…

Posted by: kipp at July 10, 2007 4:01 PM · Permalink

Gordon squinted through the conference room window at red flashing ambulances in the shadeless parking lot below. “I don’t need another distraction 5 minutes before a career busting audit,” the hypertensive comptroller hissed.

He was steamed well before this afternoon’s important review began. When his wife’s car wouldn’t crank this morning, he’d had to drive Jimmy to basketball; drop the baby at daycare; drop the laundry; make bank deposits; check the post office box. He’d had no time to secure vital details before presentation.

“What’s happening outside?” he snarled at his secretary.

“Someone left a baby locked in a car.”

Posted by: Barb at July 10, 2007 5:09 PM · Permalink