The Lea O'Dimm Letters (xix)

Her skin had thinned from experience,
and her heart thickened with layers of regret.
She trudged on like a rusty soldier,
and burnt those true letters that she wrote to a boy.
Amy was the most beautiful girl you would know,
and she was eleven years old.

The Lea O'Dimm Letters (xviii)

They stared down at the broken shell.
One man cried out, "I've got duct tape!"
Another whispered, "I've got a spatula...".
All the king's horses and all the king's men,
couldn't put humpty dumpty together again.

The Lea O'Dimm Letters (xvii)

From here on out,

My shorts will be on the facebook page "really short stories".

The Lea O'Dimm Letters (xvi)

then Shaun, the needy sea urchin, met Kim, the soft-hearted marshmallow.

problems ensued.

The Lea O'Dimm Letters (xv)

Grieved, Tom resolved himself to monk-hood to escape the trappings of the worldly life.
"To the mountains", he planned, and packed for the change.
He marched out the door carrying only the essentials.
Bread, water, and iPhone.

The Lea O'Dimm Letters (xiv)

In the rain she danced.
Her arch was perfect, and her silhouette weighed like a feather against the cascading rain.
She held such poise and form;
Until lightning struck the streetlamp in which she held on to.

Weekly truism (ii)

love is like looking into the fridge. There's never anything interesting, but you can't help but stand and gaze, then come back again.