God was late for my funeral.

As far as I'm concerned, and believe me, I was more than concerned, it pissed me off royally.  I took an oath on my grave, then and there,  to never, ever, no matter what "holy shit"  he threw my way, talk to him again. Notice I said him, not Him.  

I had never felt such anger and betrayal in my life, not even in Passing, an event that really pissed me off.  

So this is how it's going to be,…

I entered the dank, stuffy room.  Kevin smirked and said "What's up!"

"Look up" I said.  He tipped his head slightly, rolled his eyes a bit and snorted. 

"Were we supposed to..."    I cut Sheila Scott off mid-sentence saying with emphasis, "look up."  

Most everyone looked around, confused, wondering what they were missing.  I stood silent, allowing their discomfort to flourish. It gave me a warm feeling.

Then I looked at each of them-- Lazy Larry, Smelly…

It's the little things that catch my eye, get my attention.

The bird on the fence, the lemon under the tree.

What is this strange flight of fancy?  

Next please.

Honey, hold the baby for me.  Tickets for six. 

We're waiting in the departure lounge with popcorn and iced drinks.

Joseph was the high priest; wasted, really.

He travelled the spiral without pause or a care.

His breath was intoxicating as it carried the…

Counter-clockwise  to childhood, to simpler times when feelings  could be expressed with a circle, three dots and either a line that curved up, down or straight across. Black-white, yes-no, happy-sad.

I was riding my bike, baseball cards flipping against the spokes like a cardboard motorcycle.  A wave to Mr. Jenkins.  A smile to Debbie Davis, chalking out a hopscotch course, waiting for Ginny and Cindy to join her with their favorite marking stones.  Justin and Becca,…