The cab arrived late.

The inside was in as bad of shape as the outside which was concerning, and it

didn't appear that it had been cleaned in months. The green tree air-freshener hanging from the

rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or not strong enough to overcome the other odors

emitting from the cab. The correct decision, in this case, was to get the hell out of it and to call

another cab, but she was late and didn't have a choice.

Since they are still preserved in the rocks for us to see, they must have been formed quite recently,

that is, geologically speaking. What can explain these striations and their common orientation? Did

you ever hear about the Great Ice Age or the Pleistocene Epoch? Less than one million years ago,

in fact, some 12,000 years ago, an ice sheet many thousands of feet thick rode over Burke

Mountain in a southeastward direction. The many boulders frozen to the underside of the ice sheet

tended to scratch the rocks over which they rode. The scratches or striations seen in the park rocks

were caused by these attached boulders. The ice sheet also plucked and rounded Burke Mountain

into the shape it possesses today.

He took a sip of the drink. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn't

matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had

absolutely hated it. That's simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each

day and he took a sip of it and smiled, saying it was excellent.

As she sat watching the world go by, something caught her eye. It wasn't so much its color or

shape, but the way it was moving. She squinted to see if she could better understand what it was

and where it was going, but it didn't help. As she continued to stare into the distance, she didn't

understand why this uneasiness was building inside her body. She felt like she should get up and

run. If only she could make out what it was. At that moment, she comprehended what it was and

where it was heading, and she knew her life would never be the same.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if the marks on the

stone were accurate. He couldn't be sure. Day and nights had begun to blend together creating

confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too long.

She asked the question even though she didn't really want to hear the answer. It was a no-win

situation since she already knew. If he told the truth, she'd get confirmation of her worst fears. If he

lied, she'd know that he wasn't who she thought he was which would be almost as bad. Yet she

asked the question anyway and waited for his answer.

You can decide what you want to do in life, but I suggest doing something that creates. Something

that leaves a tangible thing once you're done. That way even after you're gone, you will still live on in

the things you created.

It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually given him life. While

everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt more at ease. The doctor said it would

be less than a year. That gave him a year to live, something he'd failed to do with his daily drudgery

of a routine that had passed as life until then.

It had been her dream for years but Dana had failed to take any action toward making it come true.

There had always been a good excuse to delay or prioritize another project. As she woke, she

realized she was once again at a crossroads. Would it be another excuse or would she finally find

the courage to pursue her dream? Dana rose and took her first step.

All he could think about was how it would all end. There was still a bit of uncertainty in the equation,

but the basics were there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried to see the positive, it

wasn't anywhere to be seen. The end was coming and it wasn't going to be pretty.
They argue. While the argument seems to be different the truth is it's always the same. Yes, the

topic may be different or the circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the

same thing. They both knew it, but neither has the courage or strength to address the underlying

issue. So they continue to argue.

The young man wanted a role model. He looked long and hard in his youth, but that role model

never materialized. His only choice was to embrace all the people in his life he didn't want to be like.

She wondered if the note had reached him. She scolded herself for not handing it to him in person.

She trusted her friend, but so much could happen. She waited impatiently for word.

He sat across from her trying to imagine it was the first time. It wasn't. Had it been a hundred? It

quite possibly could have been. Two hundred? Probably not. His mind wandered until he caught

himself and again tried to imagine it was the first time.

The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25 years. The only difference was there was

someone actually sitting in it. How long had it been since someone had done that? Ten years or

more he imagined. Yet there was no denying the presence in the chair now.

Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out and if there was

ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the one to call. The problem was that

there was nobody interested in the information besides him and he knew it. Years of information

painstakingly memorized and sorted with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.

Things aren't going well at all with mom today. She is just a limp noodle and wants to sleep all the

time. I sure hope that things get better soon.

second is for you to take care of everything. The third is to split everything 50 / 50. I think the last

option is the most preferable, but I'm certain it'll also mean the end of our marriage.

"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He glanced at it and chuckled under his breath. Of

course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how would he ever be able to answer? He

put the phone down and continued on his project. He was ignoring her texts and he planned to

continue to do so.

His parents continued to question him. He didn't know what to say to them since they refused to

believe the truth. He explained again and again, and they dismissed his explanation as a figment of

his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who had been dead for five years, could have told

him where the treasure had been hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with

laughter in the chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.