They had made it to Las Vegas, wide-eyed and with so much hope and energy.
They
had planned the trip for more than a year and both were so excited they could
barely control themselves. They still hadn't realized that Las Vegas promised a
place where dreams come true, it was actually the place where dreams came to die.
The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours
before and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was
whether or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had
moved. The answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the
mailbox so he would never have to see it again.
She sat in the darkened room waiting. It was now a standoff. He had the power
to put her in the room, but not the power to make her repent. It wasn't fair and no
matter how long she had to endure the darkness, she wouldn't change her attitude.
At three years old, Sandy's stubborn personality had already bloomed into full
view.
I'm meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I'm meant to be writing
something else at this moment. The document I'm meant to be writing is, of course,
open in another program on my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet
here I am plonking down senseless sentiments in this paragraph because it's easier
to do than to work on anything particularly meaningful. I am grateful for the
distraction.
He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't decide if it was the
flu or the drinking last night. It was probably a combination of both.
Lori lived her life through the lens of a camera. She never realized this until
this very moment as she scrolled through thousands of images on your computer. She
could remember the exact moment each photo was taken. She could remember where she
had been, what she was thinking as she tried to get the shot, the smells of the
surrounding area, and even the emotions that she felt taking the photo, yet she had
trouble remembering what she had for breakfast.
Ten more steps. If he could take ten more steps it would be over, but his legs
wouldn't move. He tried to will them to work, but they wouldn't listen to his
brain. Ten more steps and it would be over but it didn't appear he would be able to
do it.
She had been an angel for coming up on 10 years and in all that time nobody had
told her this was possible. The fact that it could ever happen never even entered
her mind. Yet there she stood, with the undeniable evidence sitting on the ground
before her. Angels could lose their wings.
The answer was within her reach. It was hidden in a box and now that box sat
directly in front of her. She'd spent years searching for it and could hardly
believe she'd finally managed to find it. She turned the key to unlock the box and
then gently lifted the top. She held her breath in anticipation of finally knowing
the answer she had spent so much of her time in search of. As the lid came off she
could see that the box was empty.
Dave wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up in this predicament. He ran
through all the events that had lead to this current situation and it still didn't
make sense. He wanted to spend some time to try and make sense of it all, but he
had higher priorities at the moment. The first was how to get out of his current
situation of being naked in a tree with snow falling all around and no way for him
to get down.
