Granny's last words were,
"Will you pull the ..." I pulled the plug and then she was gone. But sometimes I wonder if she was going to say, "shade."
There is rarely an obvious branching point in a person’s life. People change slowly, over time. You don’t take one step, then find yourself in a completely new location. You first take a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you'll walk alongside the path, but then you'll wander out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you'll stop paying attention as you drift farther and farther away. Finally, you'll find yourself in the wrong city, wondering why the signs on the roadway hadn’t led you better.
By the Laws of Probability, somewhere in the infinite vastness of the multiverse, Keanu Reeves is forever stuck motionless on a horse because every time it starts to move he goes, "Whoa!"
Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waste of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon.
I was sitting with my 7-year-old in the garden when he said, "Let's go outside!" Was he referring to a dimension I couldn't see?