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A Trip to the Dentist

When the dreaded stomach knot arrives.

You cringe at the sound of the drill.

It’s all in your head.

This is so true.

Literally and metaphorically.

The drill is inside your mouth!

As you sit clenched in the chair!

The feeling afterwards is relief

and an uncomfortable clean in your mouth.

Better this than the cavities that were discovered!

Detronium Export Expert

“Is that like Vibranium?”

Nobody understands.

The mineral is precious.

It powers the receptors

That give life sustaining energy.

Who is to say when it will be all gone.

Just like the coal from the Earth

We left so long ago.

“Vibranium doesn’t exist.

Now please let me do my job.”

I check the stat coms and find they are functioning normal.

Only then do I see the asteroid barreling down on my station.

Well at least the “Vibranium” idiot goes with me.

The Winning Side

Any Apocalypse and I won’t survive.

Zombie, Disease Infection, Nuclear Attack, etc…

I would try to survive if I wasn’t one of those immediately killed off.

I would try.

But the Zombies would get me.

The Disease would spread through me.

The scavengers from the nuclear fallout would kill me.

In none of these scenarios would I live.

So in a war

what side truly wins?

The answer lies in the dead

but you never listen to someone

once they are no longer living.

Work or Sleep

The chances are high for both.

Work must be done.

Yet sleep still calls me.

My household needs me.

So I know what I should do.

My body resists the demands of the mind.

The snooze button has been hit for the last time.

Alarm turned off

and lets see what the day has in store!

Pancakes

All the same ingredients

as a regular cake.

Eggs, flour, milk, etc….

Except you can make them in a pan

and eat them immediately!

You can make them thick or thin.

They can be small or large.

You can even make only a small number of them

or

one

HUGE

BATCH!!!!!!

Yesterday’s Trial

Coughing makes your presence known.

They are running late.

Whoever said “A man’s best friend” lied!

He was my best friend.

The one who killed him was not the other dog.

It was the cruel individual who used him for bait.

He was stolen from my yard.

Found dead from his wounds on a highway north of the city.

He has not been the only one found there.

A few were lucky to survive.

Traumatized but alive.

But dogs are resilient and will learn to love again.

Footsteps echo along the corridor.

I turn to look up and see the one murders for the first.

It will be an ugly trial but I am here to make sure justice is done.

My dog deserves it!