What?

I came to a fork in the road.  Unsure of what to do, I picked up the fork and put it in my pocket. Who knows when you'll need a fork in your life?  I certainly could have used a good spoon half an hour ago, that was for sure. I supposed I'd just have to come up with a good story to tell Matt when he finally noticed that all his lemons were gone. 


Jason took the picture of Sharon early that morning.  She was wearing a green sun dress, brown hair drifting gently across her face from the wind's antics.  Alex, her fionce,  busted Jason's teeth in when he caught him running away with it.  He had photographed Sharon himself that warm summer day two years ago.  Too bad the photo has blood stains on it now.  Cest la vie.