The Snake 55

Fear closes in like a big lazy python luxuriating in the sun.
Moving so slow you'd hardly notice. It's ripples, barely
detectable. No worries, as you share the same sunny glade,
and leafy shade, but Imperceptibly things change.  That soft
languid snake, is now a cold hard chain. Wrapping around
your body, smothering your brain.

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The Flaw 55

He was versed at being the target. No deflection, no misdirection. Head-on.  The hard thud of reality, only briefly realized. Done.

There's a flaw here don't ya see? The fella that died was me. But, what may have caused it?...I don't know. Was there a burst, bullet, or bus?  How did I finally go?

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MILK TRUCK 55

She got a baby bucket. It would be hell to pay to get to, but I managed just the same. Mama gives me one...two...three mouths to feed. Me.

What the hell do I know? I drive a milk truck….oh, they’re talking about extending my route, but, in reality, there's not much hope . 

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