Ode to Sunday

I barely did anything today, I blame the stuffiness of Sundays and the odd dull on my senses it always seems to make. Woke up after 8 hours of sleep, cleaned up my slides for tomorrow (don’t think i’ve done a very thorough job about it sigh), stuffed myself with too much salt, took a 40 min nap, watched a few hours worth of the voice (i think i like shakira almost as much as nicole), got myself iced tea with with a really strange assortment of fruits i had problems sucking out of the cup, lusted after the bracelets in Accessorize, sat below my block in the heat reading my textbook while talking on the phone, went home had dinner and now it’s time. Time to write my script for tomorrow. So tempted to skip morning class. In fact, I will skip class tomorrow. Yeah. Why not. 

Blood clouds and rainy sky

The small child dipped her hand into the cold bucket of water. Almost immediately, the water collected over three nights of rain turned into a violent shade of scarlet. The erstwhile silent crowd bursts into whispers, they could smell the blood. “Three in just two years? Oh what are we to do, what are we to do.” Meanwhile, all strength seemed to have left the cloaked woman as she slid onto the ground, causing the child to tumble down with her. The child having bruised her head a little began to wail but the woman could only stare blankly into the sky. Why did it come to her again?

 

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