Blog #4- Daddy Issues
Crumpled dollar bills on the window sill.
And on the bathroom tiles. And tucked into the back pocket of her jeans.
The wrinkled forms hop about, from pillow to dresser to carpet. Like a lilypadded pond, the bedroom is full of life. Previously unassuming $20s and $50s bounce over Rose's prone body and Ben Franklin even lets out a croak.
Gardeners call them the natural pesticide. They eat pesky insects and worms at no cost to the ecosystem. She actually used to try to attract them by making huts in the backyard where they would stay and fertilize her plants, and breath movement into the fauna.
But know she would do anything to make those legged leaping bills leave (or at least the memory of how she got them).
And as the Army swarms around her, she sees
Red lights. Brakes slam. Opal wedding ring rolls across the floor and newly planted hydrangeas crumple under the weight of skidding tires that drove away too soon.
Oh, well. Meanwhile, Rose looks to the sky and dreams of Stars.
And on the bathroom tiles. And tucked into the back pocket of her jeans.
The wrinkled forms hop about, from pillow to dresser to carpet. Like a lilypadded pond, the bedroom is full of life. Previously unassuming $20s and $50s bounce over Rose's prone body and Ben Franklin even lets out a croak.
Gardeners call them the natural pesticide. They eat pesky insects and worms at no cost to the ecosystem. She actually used to try to attract them by making huts in the backyard where they would stay and fertilize her plants, and breath movement into the fauna.
But know she would do anything to make those legged leaping bills leave (or at least the memory of how she got them).
And as the Army swarms around her, she sees
Red lights. Brakes slam. Opal wedding ring rolls across the floor and newly planted hydrangeas crumple under the weight of skidding tires that drove away too soon.
Oh, well. Meanwhile, Rose looks to the sky and dreams of Stars.
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