I could be projecting.

I can see her now. Amy sits by her window, curled up in a blanket with a soothing cup of chamomile tea. She somberly watches the rain pitter-pat on the thirsty ground below. A single tear cascades down her flushed cheek. Quietly, as an abandoned child might rock itself, she sways to the strains of “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone…”


4 Responses to I could be projecting.

  1. amy says:

    except for the fact that it’s a million degrees and sunny here… you are missed!

  2. katie says:

    Cheryl you have no idea…we’re taking out stock in Kleenex.

  3. cheryl says:

    btw, kates, i think im mad at you. had you scheduled your wedding one week earlier, it would have fellen on MLK day and i would have been able to spend one more day in chas. thanks for not considering me when you picked a day to enter into the holy convenat of married. smooth move, exlax!

  4. katie says:

    I strive for inconvenience.

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