He shivered with a cool chill.
He taught me how to do it, arms spread out and some secret words, and I swear the cool breeze, it came. He was half bald and half old and known to the 12 year old me as the man with the pretzels on the weekend, but then? That time? My arms spread out and my mouth chanting his words? He was a savior and a magic man and when that cool breeze swept my sweaty lip, I started to believe in something bigger than me.
Sometimes you need to raise your arms up and call for the thing you want.
I want one of those little robot vacuums and a pedicure. And world peace would be good, too.
ReplyDeleteGood Job, Good LSAT Score....how many do I get?
ReplyDeleteI tried it. No glass of chardonnay or clean house appeared.
ReplyDeleteExactly Mizz Picket. Sometimes you just have to do exactly that.
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