The bike simply appeared. She looked at it, and knew that her life would never be the same. She pulled on her gloves, threw her leg over the seat, and listened to the motor rumble its eagerness to be off.
Ten year later, she was still on the road. Never staying anywhere, always headed for someplace else, because the only thing that mattered…was the road.
Photo: Artem Beliaikin
Margo was a make-up artist at a high-end department store. Then she met Brad and her life went in an entirely different direction.
Photo: Michael Noel
Kitty was a stray. She lived on the street and often slept in doorways and back yards. People would often pet her and call her by name. She belonged to everyone and was well cared for.
But Kitty wasn’t like other dogs. She had an active imagination and the heart of a poet. She would walk through town, dreaming that she had a family who loved her. Now and then, her dreams showed up in the shadows around her. When she dreamed, she was never alone. Her imaginary family was always with her and she was always loved.
Photo: Gato Villanova
“Are you in line?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “I’m just standing here. I’m not going into the bar.”
“Why what?” she asked. “Why am I just standing here, or why am I not going into the bar?”
“Both,” he said.
“Read the sign. Good Vibes Only, and I’m miserable tonight, so I can’t go in with those kinds of vibes.”
“Maybe I’ll see you on the way out, then,” he said.
“Maybe. If I’m still here.”
“The colors are all wrong,” she said, looking around.
“What do your mean?” he asked. “How can colors look wrong?”
“I don’t know, but they are. Everything is too bright and fuzzy.”
“Fuzzy?” he chuckled. “Really?”
She shrugged. “So much red. I mean the yellow is pretty, so is the pink, but everything is…too psychedelic. Don’t you see that?”
“It looks the way it always does,” he said, staring at the trees.
“I don’t think I like it here,” she said, suddenly.
“Then you better go,” he sighed, reaching for her hand. But she was already gone.
He stood alone on the path, knowing she was back in her body, waking up to a new day, in a place where the colors made more sense. He could only hope she would dream him again when she closed her eyes.
Photo: Wolfgang Hasselman
everyone thinks I’m sweet
and so very well behaved
that I would never do anything
but who is to say what I
I love to
but I look like an angel
to my family
I’m Snow White
let’s make that
Photo: Suzy Hazelwood
“I thought you said they were taken care of?” it said, roughly.
“I said, I was working on it. They’re harder to eliminate than you’d think.”
“Do your job,” it hissed.
“This wouldn’t be my job, if you hadn’t put them there in the first place. ‘Let’s see what they’ll do,‘ you said. ‘Maybe it will be different this time.'”
“Send a virus, just make sure the other life forms won’t be harmed.”
“I know the drill. I’ve done it enough times. No matter where you PUT them, they aren’t going to change. You have to face that, and kill the species once and for all.”
“Just do it.”
Photo: Dominic Swain
The little boy looked up at his mom. “What are you?” he asked.
“I’m your mother,” she said, smiling at him.
“I know, but what ARE you really?”
“Oh that,” she said, staring at him. “I’m everything.”
Edna was a bit different than others. She liked social gatherings, she just didn’t like people. For years she tried to figure out how to fit in, while remaining true to herself, and one day, she found the answer.
Boxes are good for a lot of things. Edna uses hers for hiding in plain sight.
Photo: Ryanniel Masucol
“Are those your parents?”
“No,” said the cat. “They go way back. You can tell by the clothing. We don’t wear clothes any longer. It slows us down and looks silly.”
“You look a lot like your female ancestor.”
“Everyone thinks so, and I have to agree. I believe she’s my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, or something like that. She was born in Europe and lived at the Court of someone, but grew bored. She started moving around and eventually, my family landed in America.”
“Do humans live in the house with you?” asked the interviewer.
“No, of course not. They come in to serve my meals, clean my litter box, do a bit of dusting and washing up, but that’s it.”
“I see,” said the man, scratching his chin. “You have a beautiful family.”
“All cats are beautiful so, yes, I do. And you can leave now. It’s time for my friends to come over and scratch on the back of the chairs, then take naps. Don’t come back, or I’ll bite you and,” said the cat, unsheathing his claws…”you know.”
“Got it. Thanks for your time.”
“Just go already.”
Photo: Erica Marsland Huyna