Sol's Random Stories

Light sleeper, a hummingbird hovering outside could wake her, often before dawn, before the coldest wind comes under the door and the dog shudders, before dreams have run out to the horizon as streams of light to become a grandly silent sun. Sightless, she must imagine the bright only from how warm it feels, radiating thru the morning's opaque window.

Let's not argue anymore today. We'll pretend that you're right. Remember, Constance, we're proud Crested Owls. That's why I, Rupert, chose you to choose me! Our folks are glad about it! Birds of a feather, and all that.  

John reluctantly opened only one eye, still clasping a last shard of dream, and there was his cat, sitting straight up and impatient. You have to understand, John truly loved their cat. She was literally all he got in his recent divorce.  Somehow, the savvy feline knew she was sticking around by lucky legal decree, acting even more beligerant and entitled. The cat liked her cozy apartment, and didn't miss his horrible ex one bit. John, however, did miss his former wife very much Tracking her Facebook posts from a Jamaican jaunt with the latest boyfriend didn't help.  John longed for her return, yet he never really had her love. Everyone else knew she couldn't wait to go, lingering on month after month only for John's net worth to grow.  He certainly knew how to provide, but didn't know when it became his prison. But, now he's free, yet only to be sad, miserable, lonely.