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she drove away from the house with the trailer attached to the truck. All her belongings were in the trailer, it was a weird feeling, having all your belongings in one trailer, pulling it along behind you as you drive. Knowing that if it breaks, everything is gone.
She eased to a stop at the intersection of main and broad street at the red light and waited as usual at the light which always seemed so much longer when she was in a hurry. She saw the other light turn red and slowly began to make her way into the middle of the intersection while her light was also red. Before she had time to react a truck barreled through the intersection and crushed her in her car.
She came home from the funeral and set down her purse, on the table was the iron her mom always used. She hadn't cried yet, she had held it together; but now, at the sight of that iron, she burst into tears and couldn't stop. that damn iron was a memory of her mother that she would never be able to shake.
fake plastic. earth killing material. used for so many things. cups, plates, anything reusable and cheap. the cheaper method is never the one best for the earth or your body. life is never fair that way.
unreal. broken. empty. no soul. when someone hurts you so much you go through life in a daze, moving through the motions, not meaning or feeling anything, in a robotic trance, no human qualities, no hope, no love, no feelings.