A short tale in 55 words about value, money and worth.
Happy birthday!
Paper rustling, excitement tinged with apprehension
Glittering, blinding.. sheer intoxication
I can’t accept this, it’s too expensive!
So what? It’s just money.
Too much of it!
It doesn’t matter, there’s plenty.
Exactly.
When it is about something else,
that matters more,
even if there’s very little of it,
I’ll be delighted to accept.
Not a good time. Not a good mood. December always gets me down. Even though the fabulousness of my life must make me seem like a crank for complaining. It’s too many people, too many expectations, too much to consider and keep track of. They say a man (person) is…
Actually after this, another string of random thoughts on breaking up and the afterlife. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ You watch them speak to and of the one they love.And think, unflinchingly, that they don’t speak to or of you that way.The only part that hurts is the realisation that they once used to….
true
@ Manuscrypts, Sense: Unlike the protagonist in the story, I can be had…for a good book or a ton of chocolate 🙂
Not a book either. Or land. God isn’t making any more of THAT
hmmm, obviously not chocolate 😀