Pennies Not From Heaven
No fortune, only pennies exploded on the floor. It all came to a head. And her mother wouldn’t die. She shattered the water bottle filled with pennies. They were everywhere in the room. She wasn’t going to pick them up. They can clean it when I'm gone. It’s a mess. This house has never been a mess and now she was going to fill it. Everything had to be clean and contained no matter the cost. Nothing out of place. What will I do when you are gone? The fight is not over because you are gone. I will forever be haunted by your disapproval, your rigid anger. Your scathing hate. And there she was in that house. That very clean house, where disregard had been defiance. Lightning. Hate. Love. Obligation. Fear. The tedium, the rage. Surrender. But to what. The man on the mower in the middle of the street. Oblivious. The man, entitled to his mower and his movement. Another Florida asshole in my way. I honked, loudly. He took umbrage. Of course he did. He didn't realize what he released....