Losing Dice

Alone in my apartment, eating an overly thick smoothie with a spoon, just before heading out to walk Nala, in the sweltering heat, and then off to Introduction to Short Fiction.

It has been a lonely six months. It has been a lonely eight years.


Just In Time by Nina Simone. I’m at the part just before the just in time- “my bridges were all crossed/ the losing dicer were tossed/ no where to go.”

No shame in that.

Dogs are great. So loving. They’re furry people, as far as I’m concerned.

No one’s here, I don’t know where I’m going, lots of doubt and fear, but let’s live for today, and change my lonely nights, change my lonely nights…

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A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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