365 Fiction Bites

His world got narrower. I do blame her, even though I admit I never liked her one bit and knew nothing good could ever come of them getting together. Still, I did nothing. I couldn't bring myself to meddling in his life, break the love.

She should've taken better care of my boy. My poor baby boy. He was no saint, that is true. All the more reason: sinners need it all the more.

Miracles don't happen. Ask Jules, she knows. From the outside, it can very well seem she has had everything too easy, when in fact, she has had to work for everything she's got in her life. All her life. If you do ask her, she will tell you nothing comes easily. You gotta take chances to make chance happen.

Her path wasn't even clear, she was not always resolved. This she told me on a tired end-of-summer Saturday night. She will tell anyone who asks. "But sometimes you gotta suck it up and keep moving. With some sense, of course. Don't let the possibilities blind you completely from the stinking reality. Some disasters are staring at your face long before you want to realize that they are coming."

Where she always wants to get at is that you have to make do with what you're given. It's really up to you to decide whether it is worth this particular fight. Or not.

There is something that happens when you wake up next to a stranger. Unprotected by the invigorating effects of alcohol or the night's false sense of comradery, the carpe diem spell breaks and reality hits you over the head, leaving you wishing it had knocked you unconscious.

Grasping life has its consequences and you can never be quite sure of your rash decisions. Fateful or simply impromptu? Time -that motherfucking frenemy- will only tell, my dear stranger.

She resolved never to turn back on the ringer on her cell. When a truly important call came, she just knew. She could feel it through her jeans, the slightly different buzz coming right from her left pocket.

As a child I never quite got the appeal of rollercoasters. With their ups and downs and ridiculously nauseating speed. I just didn't see the point in paying too high a price only to be shaken up and left to throw up behind the next tent of the fair.

I think I kind of get it now. It sucks when you are down. It is even worse when you are coming down. But when you start to go up again... Man, oh, man. The rush, the involuntary smile, the second rush. And even when you get to the top, completely aware of what comes next, you can't help but keep grinning. You are on top of the world, right at that moment.