“Well, you see dad was making breakfast and he happened to drop the box of donuts.”
“While he was rounding them up for the kids, this one just rolled over to the couch and under the cushions”.
“I know, weird, huh? I don’t suppose you need this one, because it was the thirteenth in the baker’s dozen…uh…”. Puts his head down on his paws and looks up sincerely, pleadingly…
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donuts will roll like a wheel with a hole
careful paw hides what is seen
under cushions sneaked meal
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*cute picture I had to write a story too, but this might be a kimo poem
“Yup, Henry, I see it, right there in the right hand corner!”
“Uh, you’re looking in the mirror, it’s up in the left corner”. Henry didn’t mean to be condescending, it was just an innocent remark, but to Mimi, it was a criticism. Mimi was on the verge of asking Henry for a divorce. Nothing was the same after five years of marriage. Mimi thought her brother was right, she and Henry should have lived together before they made it official. The now seemingly loveless union needed to end.
“Well, wherever it is, it needs to be fixed, now!” Mimi left and went to the grocery store. Henry was baffled, but she was right, the crack was getting bigger. He also left, for the hardware store.
It’s doubtful a crack could be the final straw, but it was.
Ever feel like your world may be flat after all? That traveling to the edge is possible? Running to find out is probably dangerous. Trying to runaway to the edge to see if there’s something …more. There has to be something more! Maybe I’ll try it tomorrow.
The voice from the mirror was present again, the roots of time gone by telling the prophecy again. The debris of opened doors always would lead to a story from the past. I never wanted to travel to those regrettable events, but it was a prophecy that couldn’t be denied.
I am completely out of ideas. I lost the tow rope while fishing and now no way together back to shore. If I had big feet and toes I could use them as flippers and swim back. See? No ideas🙄😵💫
Mike was in a hurry, it was almost daylight. He dressed quickly, grabbed his wallet, coat and the file, the file he had been working on all night. He was out the door of the shoddy hotel room, forgetting his phone on the bedside table. He practically ran to get on the bus that left for uptown where he would disclose it all.
The file named names and it was Mike’s way to get a better job, he was sure of it. This story in a first page expose’, and it had to be on the front page, was going to be his ticket to be noticed by the newspaper editor. He reached into his pocket to check the time and his phone wasn’t there. Meanwhile it was ringing urgently in an unsafe hotel room.
The bus seemed inordinately slow and Mike started sweating nervously. If someone found his phone where he kept his notes, all of this was for nothing. He arrived at the office to find the FBI was there already. A man rose from his chair and said, “Mike Murphy?” Mike thought he might faint. He clutched the folder tightly under his coat, wishing it would disappear. The FBI agent was in the list of names he wanted to out as criminal. His editor realized the file folder may be comprising and walked over to Mike and Mike slipped it to him with his coat. Relief set in and he answered yes and then a sort of interrogation began.
Then the worst that could happen, the agent put Mike’s phone on the desk. Mike stood up suddenly, “what are you doing with my phone? That’s private property!” The agent had Mike turn around, and handcuffed him.
“You are under arrest for conspiracy against the federal government, anything you say…”
Luckily the editor had the file and published Mike’s story the next day. Mike was released as soon as the story was in front of the public.
The Bag Lady 
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