Cooking Dinner
It had seemed like such a good idea, cooking dinner for Angela and her family. Ms. Anderso...
Emma had a disturbing habit. Whenever she was looking for something, she forgot what exactly she had intended to find, and then found something else instead. For instance, she would go into the bathroom for a hairbrush, and while searching for the hairbrush, she would discover a cotton ball. She would pick up the cotton ball and return to the kitchen where she hoped to find a coffee cup. Hours later, Emma sat alone with the cotton ball, a can of soda, and a magazine she'd discovered while looking for a Kafka novel. Emma would notice that her hair was tangled. After years of being frustrated by locating mints instead of car keys, or skateboards instead of cell phones, Emma finally accepted her brain's unique way of finding life's hidden treasures.
It had seemed like such a good idea, cooking dinner for Angela and her family. Ms. Anderso...
The horse whinnied, reared up, and then hobbled to the side of the ring, holding up its ba...
She awoke to the soft patter of rain on the ground by her face. The sky was still the cold...