D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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Relationships, we’re in more of them than we realize. We have relationships with people, animals, food, money…our comforts. Most of them are business arrangements. We use each other to enrich our lives, animals to provide companionship and protection. We count on our…
When Johnny rammed the gun in my mouth, I felt cold steel and tasted death in the back of my throat. Blood trickled from my lip and dripped on my shirt. I was sure I had lost a couple of teeth, but right this second, it didn’t matter. All I could think about […]
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Your eyes rove over me feasting upon my life. Feverish with anticipation, you flip the pages. I saw your jaw drop when you read what I did with my neighbor. I watched you shake your head disgusted about the way I lied about it. At one point I thought you were going to throw the […]
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They say to find the Lord you need to come into the ark, To leave the safety of the umbrella is insane But sometimes you got to get wet. I found the Lord in the rain. © D.L. Lunsford
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Expectation—a word hanging in the air like stale food. People’s expectations weigh a ton when thrust upon your shoulders. They get so heavy your legs buckle under the pressure. Everything you do contrary to what is expected is criticized and mocked—whether good or bad. When people expect bad from you and you do something good, […]
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I stand before the mirror scowling at the woman there with disgust. I try to turn away but for some reason to study her is a must. So easily I can find many things wrong with her starting from her head, ending with her toes. Oh, God, can’t I just walk away and forget her? […]
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I saw the blinds move this morning but I didn’t see who or what moved them. Whoever moved them was looking out the window; I could tell by the way they were pulled. I don’t know what it was looking at or looking for. No one was out there at […]
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The spin cycle of the washing machine, the whirring of the ceiling fan, the bubbling water in the fish tank all tell me I’m still here. I’m still alive. But when the power goes out, there are no house sounds. Everything is still, all is calm. I sit back […]
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She had a gun. The one smoking in her hand was not it. No, this one was untraceable; she’d made sure of that. Her heart pounded in her ears drowning the sound of his gurgling as the blood pooled around his fallen body. Amanda closed her eyes and exhaled, releasing all the hate, all the […]
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Today they bought her a dog. It was black and white and had one gray eye and one blue one. It was a mixed breed no one could really identify. So while they called it Marley, I called it Mutt. Mutt was supposed to pacify Andy’s desire for a baby sister. Aunt Carol can’t have […]
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