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!

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Precarious Position – Day Fifteen

There was not much that she could do,
The world was far too eager for her to quit.
Her life was always waiting to screech boo!
 
Her mind was quick and full of wit,
But most of the time it made no sense.
Every word that she spoke bit.
 
She could not stay on the fence.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/the-halfway-mark/

This is about my sister, she’s a lot like this the older we get, but I love her even if I don’t always understand.