I’m a food junkie. Potatoes are my food of choice but they have not been kind to me.
You wake up at 6:50 AM. You tell yourself that it’s okay. Work is only a fifteen-minute walk away anyway.
The mourners converge on the casket. It is open and people start to cry and weep and wail even louder as they view the body.
Luke wakes up and looks at Helen. She smiles at him and his heart melts. She looks beautiful in her dishevelled hair and wrinkled up clothes.
I had taken up running. Early in the morning when it was still dark so no one could see my half-assed attempts at a healthy lifestyle. It didn’t help that I thought that I ran a bit weird if you can call what I was doing “running”.