The More Things Change…

The patterns of life vary

Live, die

Dirty, clean

Fight, negotiate

Work, play

Simple patterns that you see every day

 

She was walking along, not really paying too much attention to what was going on around her. Not that unusual in this day and age, was what she often reassured her father whenever he called, worried at the constant distractions that bombarded her life.

“I’ll be fine, Dad.”

“Sweetie, I really worry about this.”

“I know, I know, but this is just the way life is.”

“It didn’t use to be like this.”

“Dad, yes it did.”

“We weren’t checking our phones every five or ten seconds, darling.”

“Just because the distraction themselves have changed doesn’t mean that the reality of them has.”

“Well, if you’re sure…”

“I’m not pushing the wedding back any further, Dad.”

“I just don’t want you to overload yourself with school and work and now this wedding!”

She gave an exasperated sigh, “I know how to prioritize, Dad. You taught me that. I’ll be fine. You always were.”

He chuckled over the line and nodded, though she wouldn’t be able to see it, “Even when I was running around trying to find my tie and cuff-links?”

“Especially then, Dad!”


This little story was inspired by the Dungeon Prompt: Patterns. Sorry for it’s lateness!

Silence fills the room

Silence fills the room,

Or doesn’t.

She had’t known what to do and so had just continued on in her travels. Always alone and never finding a place where she-

There was a slap up against the side of her head.

“Ow!”

She turned and glared at the interloper.

“What was that for?!”

“You were starting to excrete depressive waves into my zen zone.” was the calm reply.

“And that required you to slap me!”

“Yes, yes it did. You aren’t sending out depressive waves anymore. Anger waves aren’t much better, to be sure, but they aren’t quite as energy sapping as depressive waves.”


Written for a prompt that I cannot remember, but upon looking through my saved up drafts I found this. Figured I’d set it free.