I was supposed to be meeting my family for my dad’s birthday dinner and I was running really late. I’m always late, it’s actually kind of a running joke. My husband says that he can set a clock by when I show up since I’m somehow always fifteen minutes late to wherever I need to be. Oddly, when I’m with him we’re always on time. Not really sure how that works out.
Right before I started to cross the street, I looked down and saw the biggest brownest eyes I’d ever seen topped with a curly mop of transparent brown hair.
- So you’re in the Afterlife-survival guide (lunaticoutpost.com)