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"Oh no, somebody stepped on your mushroom!"
"No it just looks broken. You should have seen him last month when he struggled with a bout of depression."
"Are you trying to tell me plants have emotions?"
"I don't know about all of them, but the ones in my garden do."
"Alright then, what is 'he' doing now?"
"Tracking, what, like a blood hound?"
"Exactly, I can't remember where I planted the magic beans I bought yesterday."
"You know, when you told me you had magic mushrooms, I had no idea it would be this much of a trip."
She danced upon the shore, nestled between my twin enemies, sun and surf.
Even on an overcast evening, I knew better. The running water, saline as it was, would hold me back from her while the sun vaporized me. Self-preservation is the core instinct of all living things, even those creatures no longer living.
Her flaxen hair danced around her shoulders in the breeze beckoning. The young woman splashed along the beach, the scent of her purity intoxicating.
My mind warred against every muscle in my body. My need won out.
Euphoric, I flew at my victim, and my destruction.
“Well it looks like we picked the wrong day to switch from comprehensive to liability.” Luke shook his head.
“I’m so sorry Luke. Actually no, I’m not sorry. It was all her fault.”
Carrie rolled her eyes. “I fail to see how the responsibility for this situation lies on me when you were the individual operating the vehicle. How do you end up on ‘top’ of a jersey wall?”
Margot’s eyes flamed in a way Luke had never seen before. “You were the hussy trying to bogart Luke on ‘my’ day!”
Margot sneered. “Oh so Miss know it all hasn’t found the urban dictionary yet? It means hoarding. You had two days in a row already so get your filthy hands off of my man!”
“Your man? Excuse me but who started dating him first?”
“Excuse you! Who dumped him and pawned him off on me and then came crawling back?”
“Crawling?” Carrie stifled a scream.
“Ladies, can you please stop for one minute? I’m trying to think of what to do here. Man, how did I ever get in this situation?”
Carrie took a deep cleansing breath and then shrugged. “I believe it was Oscar Wilde who said ‘There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.’”
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"Ooh, look at that onyx flock of birds go!" Margot squealed.
“No doubt it’s a murder," Carrie commented blankly.
Luke raised an eyebrow.
"A murder of crows," she explained. "They're called that because of the tendency of the flock to kill a dying member."
"That's kind of harsh," Luke said. "Let me guess, Wikipedia?"
"PBS actually," Carrie replied. "Sacrifice for the greater good and all that."
Margot shook her head. "Carebear, can't you ever just enjoy the beauty of nature instead of analyzing it?"
Carrie shrugged then nodded to a clearing. "Speaking of analyzing things, look to the right."
"I don't see anything."
"Sorry, I meant my right, your left."
"No worries!" Margot turned the other way. "Oh that's priceless!" A fiery red reynard and two vixens eyed the group of humans curiously.
"So, Madame Encyclopedia, would you call that a pack?" Luke asked.
Carrie bit her lip. "Actually foxes don't always travel in packs. I'd call that a family."
"I guess family is what you make it." Margot grabbed Luke and Carrie's hands. "Either way, I think it's beautiful."
The foliage burst with shades of spring: crimson, gold, cerulean and more a veritable rainbow of flora while the forest floor teemed with evidence of new life. Tiny bunnies frolicked under the watchful eye of their mother. They scattered as the three approached sparking a raucous chain reaction. A family of deer the trio hadn't even noticed darted away inciting a wave of black birds to surge into the sky.
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"I can't believe it's over," Luke said.
Margot gazed out at the horizon. Thick clouds extended and diversified the colors of the sunset. Pale champagne spilled into amber.
"I half expect her to walk over those hills," she said.
"Lifetimes are like winter days, the sunset always comes too soon." Luke wiped his tears as the warm colors cooled to violet then cobalt.
"The breathtaking colors are only half of the reason why sunset is so beautiful, Luke."
"What do you mean, Margot?"
"The dying day reminds us that night too will fade and the morning sun will rise again."