Between Zeus and Thor, who is yours
It was a lazy evening.
The thunder in the distance sounded faint. And while it was a slight drizzle, intermittent flashes from Zeus’s hand streaked across the sky.
“I hope it doesnt rain tonight.” A laugh escaped at the absurdity of that thought.
Been home the whole day. She shrugged. Atleast my house mates in the kitchen tonight.
The compressed starch she’d converted in polem sated her hunger.. for now.
It wasnt important though.
There had been so much loss lately in her once stable life, that she felt grateful to just be alive.
She’d had a sense of almost overwhelming anger. That a young woman had to find about her fathers death through those not close to her. Galled her.
How death, whom we avoid, can be; that thief in the night, that ghost in the dark, taking life from a person clinging on with a spark.
Random prose drifting across her minds eye.
She sighed…again.
Mentally she was tired. Through no fault of her own.
Perhaps the government will take matters into their own hands this time, and begin restricting what people can and do.
Maybe the internet isnt the best thing for this country.
Laundry lay fluttering on the line. Reminds me, I have to get rid of that pink top. Been ages since I’ve been to the second hand and that was the only one there.
Pink. The least of my favorite colors
She smiled at that thought, as she scrolled past another of the shit videos that had dominated her afternoon matinee.