abigail_and_bean

There goes Mr. Wilson birdwatching right on time, 9:34 AM. Magnolia waves their branches at him, but of course he doesn’t wave back. That’s how humans are, after all. I wish I didn’t have so many squirrels running about.

Blip

A memory

A flashback 

I see me from a few years ago

Coming into my house

To find my once sticker-covered door to my room

Nearly blank

I rush over to the door, asking why

I drum

beating the small snare with my power

I may be small

but I am the loudest in the band

the base is thunder crashing

the snare is the rain slamming to the earth

somehow

someway

I time traveled

At least it felt like it.

I opened the door.

It was a warm March day

It was 10AM

The perfect time for a walk

and yet nobody stalked the busy streets

i once lived in a city

a small city

but densely packed

i remember my old house

yellow

three stories

i moved more than a year ago

not long ago

but i barely remember my old life