Rainbow Lights

Day 53: March 24 (written)

A gentle chill has crept into her hands. The sand in the hourglass has nearly been spent. Her mind, momentarily sharp, has dulled, a blade weathered by a century. Blinking, she peers into the light. A rainbow multitude, glinting like stars, wink and blur above her. She struggles to remember — a thought, a desire, a duty — but it’s like grasping smoke; it seeps through her fingers and she’s left wondering…filled with wonder at this dazzling sight, filled, somehow, with the memory of perfect joy, even if she cannot remember why.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

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Winter Waking

Day 52: March 24 (written)

Snow falls from the sky. White and fluffy, it piles on pines and the pale bare arms of aspen. Beneath the dawn, partially obscured, the world gleams, blushing faintly like the softest pink crystal. It is peaceful. It is home.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

Perseverance

Day 51: March 24 (written)

He scorches the ground. Every blade of grass and petal of every flower bursts into cold white flames. Incinerated in an instant, a ruined field of ash is all that remains. But look! a sprout shoots rapidly out of the ground. It buds and blooms in the link of an eye. Hundreds of others join it. He scorches the ground again. And again. And again. And each time the enchanted grows back, fragrant with the sweet scent of roses and honeysuckle and lilac.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

Excess Dirt

Day 50: March 24 (written)

A clam spits out a pearl. Nasty thing. It hates getting grit inside and enjoys when the giant mess is gone. But, like clockwork, the huge stomping ones come, thrashing away in the waves to shove at one another to seize the clam’s expelled dirt. It watches every time and cannot comprehend them. What funny, preposterous creatures! To strive so hard to possess encased dirt that irritated it.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

Wind and Blood

Day 49: March 24 (written)

Wind howls across the abandoned estate. The lady’s once prized rose bushes are ripped from their foundation in the soil. Dirt and petals swirl in a madcap whirlwind with the look of blood: nearly black and weathered red. Soon the wind will reach the estate and the eviscerated wood and glass will be covered in the blood of the earth.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

Endurance

Day 48: March 24 (written)

A tiny flower, leaves shuddering from the strain, shoves through an icy, near solid, sheet of stony earth. The hard edges tear its petals and split its leaves. Ragged, the flower turns toward the sun. But white-gray clouds, drab as spindles of spoiled milk, blot out breakfast. The tiny flowers, petals aching, will have to wait.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.

Waking This Morning

Day 47: March 24

A depleting ache consumes her entire body. Joined by a soft throbbing at the front of her skull, she knows that she needs to sleep. It is the same sensation when she’s half-awake and knows she’s not ready to wake up. But now she is awake and alert — but aching as if she still needs hoards of sleep. Worse, it began after she had collapsed from exhaustion last night (well, earlier this morning). Deeply asleep, but unfortunately, as usual, she had to put her book away, turn the light off…and after she had: head on the pillow, mind alert, head aching. And here she is in the morning.

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Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.