A girl with pink tennis shoes.

Loosely tied together.

She surely will.

His apple was flat.

Turning off lights.

Side by side.

Sweet chocolate.

Her one wild life.

Future light.

Optimistic.

A plum.

Those white bowls.

Baling wire.

A conversation with the sky.

Too flowery perhaps.

Another story.

Meager footprints.

Moments before it began to rain.

She should be vacuuming.

It broke her mind in half too.

Who the hell knows what John Dory is?

She stared out the window.

The pink of it.

So much intrigue.

Far away.

The Buddha's hat.

Predictable.

Mug shots.

In a quiet way.

Sleep deprived.