When nobody is around, the trees gossip about the people who have walked under them.

  1. Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.
  2. The words hadn’t flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined he’d find himself with writer’s block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front of him. That blank screen taunting him day after day had started to play with his mind. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t even type a single word, just one to begin the process and build from there. And yet, he already knew that the eight hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would end with the screen remaining blank.
  3. As she sat watching the world go by, something caught her eye. It wasn’t so much its color or shape, but the way it was moving. She squinted to see if she could better understand what it was and where it was going, but it didn’t help. As she continued to stare into the distance, she didn’t understand why this uneasiness was building inside her body. She felt like she should get up and run. If only she could make out what it was. At that moment, she comprehended what it was and where it was heading, and she knew her life would never be the same.
  4. It had become a far too common an event in her life. She has specifically placed the key to the box in a special place so that she wouldn’t lose it and know exactly where it was when the key was needed. Now that she needed to open the box, she had absolutely no idea where that special spot she placed the key might be.
  5. What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline the eyes, nose, and mouth on your face with your finger, you make an “I” which makes perfect sense, but is something I never noticed before. What have you noticed today?
  6. The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
  7. 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.
  8. There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to try and save it, but a matter of how she was going to save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket and when she returned the creature was gone.
  9. Sometimes it’s the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That’s what Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the street. While this wasn’t something completely unheard of, it also wasn’t normal. It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her bones and it wasn’t the way she wanted the day to begin.
  10. She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you’re in a rush to get someplace, but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or death. She raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead standstill on the road ahead.
  11. I guess we could discuss the implications of the phrase “meant to be.” That is if we wanted to drown ourselves in a sea of backwardly referential semantics and other mumbo-jumbo. Maybe such a discussion would result in the determination that “meant to be” is exactly as meaningless a phrase as it seems to be, and that none of us is actually meant to be doing anything at all. But that’s my existential underpants underpinnings showing. It’s the way the cookie crumbles. And now I want a cookie.
  12. It wasn’t quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic and there wasn’t time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was.