Lena llama

Soft white nose in air haughty disdain neck smell somethin bad always sure foot long neck. Lena with scarf round lo cut dress. Llama.

Won’t let down neck for to do that soft thing it’d be easy for tears to see in eye for other might know she sad. Stay in. Bake. Safety in no number. Dug a hole for herself she did with disdain neck now don’t know how to change the doin it always. Way. Cake. 

Seem more quiet than usual neck down low nose on ground booby expose on bra. 

When you are late for work because you spent the morning burying a cat you killed accidently when you turned on your engine, do not tell your co-workers about it. These people have sick children. These people have sick parents. Some even have dead children, more have dead parents. They will not understand. Mention nothing. Make yourself a cup of coffee with no sugar, no cream. Embrace the bitterness. Log on to your computer. Reboot your day.

If you are weak, you will cling to work, lose yourself in it. Be productive and replace your bad deed with a good one. You will help someone with your reports, someone will benefit. A stockholder in Los Angeles thinks of a nameless, faceless you and reminds himself, “good company, good work ethic, good returns.” Know that you have made his day.

The first child vanished on a Sunday morning and reappeared the next day at the top of the hill north of town. Her parents found the words, “Third grade teacher. Married. No children. Cardiac arrest, 54.” carved into her back. The next child vanished later that same day. When he appeared Tuesday morning he had the words, “Sporadic construction. Never Married. No children. Cirrhosis, 42,” inscribed on his back.

Some debate as to the meaning of the inscriptions lingered as the weeks went on but most agreed that the children's futures had been written.