Wanda opened the door and shut it quietly, creeping over to her brother’s bed and crouching until she was eye level with her sleeping brother. It was then that she brought the party horn to her lips and blew it loudly. “Happy birthday!” 

It has been a month since my muse died. Your muse is visiting mine's grave. What does yours say to my muse?

  there’s a poke on a stranger’s shoulder   after a frustrating battle with trying to   connect to the wifi in the shop she sat in.

A sorry kind of smile appeared on her face when she returned back with only a bag of chips and two bottles of coke. “It was all we could afford,” she explained as she flipped him their last quarter. It wasn’t going to last them long.

“We’re going to need to find another job,” she muttered as she fell onto the cheap motel bed beside him. Her stomach let out a low grumble but suddenly she didn’t have the stomach for the only food they had. She had only gotten them because there was a deal on at the corner mart for how much they had.

She turned over to lay on her side and glance over at him. “Do… Do you think we can avoid the drugs this time?” It had been a close get away last time and she wasn’t ready for such a scare just yet. They so easily could have been separated.