Tips of fingers touch
While reaching for my coffee.
I jerk and it drops.
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Kari McLeese
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
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Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Relatable!! 😅
worst thing ever! love this! you have a new subscriber!
Great haiku! Poor coffee!
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