Two-Sentence Story

Last night I had an itch that would not let me go to sleep, and I knew what it was; however, as hard as I tried, I could not reach it. So, I stood up all night cursing the person that forgot to take my toe tag off before I was buried.

POEM

Before I had you, I was a snowflake— cold, lonely, and lost.

Now that I have you, I am in love with the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, we both are

snowflakes holding hands

so that when we fall to the snow on the ground, we will fall warmly together in perfect harmony.