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understood
It was the agreement between us. I'll take you to the airport and you'll never speak to me again. It was easy for both of us, perfect even. We never spoke of it, we never would need to. You'd leave. I'd move on. Perfection of sorts. The problem was that it may not have been quite understood. You called, and I quite promptly forgot that I had a new husband and invited you over. Skewed understanding?
juice
The liquid tasted good in my mouth, though I certainly did not look forward to what came next. Brushing your teeth and orange juice just do not go together, which always makes me wonder: who decided to make orange juice a breakfast beverage anyway? People must know everyone brushes their teeth before or after breakfast and orange juice just ruins that.
railroad
I met her the first day as we sat next to each other on the long trek. I was going home. We did not speak. I did not look at her for more than a minute at a time, several times I looked at her. I knew I loved her. When she got up at the end of the trip and left, I called to her, "Hey." She heard me, turned, smiled.
flakes
The cereal crunched in my mouth....crunch...crunch crunch. Wow. I loved Corn Flakes with sugar on them. I stared outside and marveled at the quite other flakes falling from the sky - white, fluffy, cold. I shivered and frowned. I hated the snow. It made driving harder and school harder and life harder. But it sure was pretty.
duck
Quack. Quack. The yellow duck wandered across the road and to the ditch on the other side, looking for her baby. She looked left, and saw the garbage covering the drain field. She cringed. She looked right and saw a large tire, inside of which was a little tiny yellow head.
cowboy
He stepped out into the sun, all three feet of him dressed in blue jeans and a yellow red button up shirt. He was a cowboy that day he decided, whether he was five or not. And with that, he saddled up his horsie Petunia and rode into the sunset...and by that I mean he hopped on his bike and then drove into the ditch. Oops.
ivy
The castle was tall and lean and grey. The princess who lived inside - well, she was opposite of all of these. Short, squat, and perpetually dressed in pink, she walked the gardens, happily admiring the ivy walls that she was happy to be confined to. The world meant nothing to her except a place that was critical, evil, and hopelessly medieval. No. She would happily stay within her realm of magic.
junkyard
We stood in the junkyard, my father and I, for the longest time, just the two of us. Then, today, I brought Kyle with me. "What are we doing here?" he asked. "Shhh." I picked through the pieces left behind, searching, trying to find. "Stacey?" "Shh." I lifted it, the exact thing I wanted to find, "Look." "What is it?" "Recycling, rich boy."
market
The market in my town is really small and really expensive. There's really no reason for me to go there, since it is so very expensive, but I like that is rejuvenates my local economy. I know the salespeople there and the other day had a great conversation with the fish delivery man. Yes I like the market in my town quite well and each time I go there it is a pleasant experience.