Sol's Random Stories

Brown recluse, the spider everyone fears, approaches a tall oak with cautious apprehension, as spiders move in their routine precision. Recluse eyes the scaly bark with a wary stare, rhetorically asking, "Tree, you're not afraid of me? Good, I'll stay. Your branches can save me. I'm starved, it's been three days or more, I've lost count." The tree is amused. "You are welcome. My list of fears is brief. Some creatures are not friends. Mostly, I fear for the health and wellness of my neighbor trees." Recluse is surprised by this answer, but puts the thought aside. There was a quick web to weave. Part 2 Hours later, belly no longer empty, Recluse rests, dozes, and dreams. In his dream, there are broad leaves like plates across a pond, clusters of tiny flies buzz about, and the morning's mist disappears into day. Recluse then dreams of trees in battle, thrashing about in unkind winds, then the calm of night's cool air. He was glad about the s...

With relatively simple rules, the complexity of the game is legendary. Watching the masters play, I recall that I'm skilled enough not to use real cash. At the top levels, there are so many factors to consider, so intricate the thought process when the best players compete for the high stakes and glory. But, poker can also be the silliest game. The random shuffle each time can result in some of the most inexplicable drama of unlikely imagination, just as crazy as silly, both, with no apologies. Like recently, I was playing for fun online. I got 2-3 on three consecutive hands. Then, I got back-to-back double aces. What the freakin' hell is that? It happened. Cards that defy reality. If that isn't some evil, giggling wizard of mayhem playing an organ of silly tunes and odd rhymes, then nothing is real. Poker never stops to explain anything. Folks get up and walk away. Heads just shake, or get scratched. Or, you wonder what you did wrong or right, maybe accidentally. Or, clubs...

With relatively simple rules, the complexity of the game is legendary. Watching the masters play, I recall that I'm skilled enough not to use real cash. At the top levels, there are so many factors to consider, so intricate the thought process and strategy when the best players compete for the highest stakes and glory. But, poker can also be the silliest game. The random shuffle each time can result in some of the most inexplicable dramas of unlikely imagination, just as crazy as silly, both, with no apolsogy. Like recently, I was playing for fun online. I got 2-3 on three consecutive hands. Then, I got back-to-back double aces. What the freakin' hell is that? If that isn't some evil, giggling wizard of mayhem playing an organ of silly tunes and odd rhymes, then nothing is real. Poker never stops to explain what just happened. Folks get up and walk away. Heads just shake, or get scratched, or you wonder what you did wrong or right sometimes, knowing neither, but you have a ...

Found a bottle of blood red nail polish in the alley. Got the great idea to brush some across my forearm, and scare my mom. I ran into the kitchen holding my arm and moaning. My mom let out a scream the likes of which I had never heard before. But when I quickly explained, she flipped to white-hot mad. That's all I recall, and then flying back out of the house, my heart in my throat! She never told my father that one, but I felt horrible and she knew it.