I wrote this earlier in the week, but then hesitated to post it when I realized this deadline would coincide with the day of Alicia’s memorial.
8-6 (Corner Office Time)
I chose Dolly Parton’s song 9-5, but from the boss’s perspective. I've played her song on YouTube while looking at my lyrics enough times now that I can almost block out her voice and hear the following words.
Beyond the Veil
We struck a deal, my mom and I. We knew our time together would be limited, and I could sometimes almost feel the clock ticking. I’m sure she could, too.
Jeepers Creepers, Where’d Ya Get those Peepers?
He assured me he’d happily fulfill my request in a few years. “Patience,” he said, grinning his familiar grin at me. “Trust me on this.”
2024
Bigger is better. Go big or go home. Big bucks. Makin’ the big time. Big break. Big shot. The big kahuna. Big, bigger, biggest. Dream big!
Soundtrack
We were in our early days, broke and happy, wildly in love.
Legacy
He was handsome and charming with a twinkle in his eye and a quick sense of humor. She’d find out, but not soon enough, that he also had a quick temper.
May I Ask You a Few Questions?
But that was a rare, rare interview. Most were a craptastic waste of time.
Like Water on a Rock
She stops in the middle of the busy sidewalk, closes her eyes, and takes a few slow, deep breaths. She senses the annoyance of those around her as they rush past, brushing against her, but she doesn’t care.
Woo-Woo Who?
Woo-woo feels very normal to me. I mean, having faith in anything you can’t see, hear, feel, taste, or smell is a dazzlingly woo-woo concept, am I right?