Sacred Geometry

Spent the weekend coloring Mandalas before I wrote this one!

Conceited Crusade

It was the year 2037 and Charles had just been released from the Pysch Ward. Times were tough but our generation had learned long ago not to complain. We were taught to adapt.

Charles placed his cloth napkin neatly in his lap as I opened the oven to retrieve the lasagna. It was a hot, gooey mess, exactly how he liked it. He laughed as I removed the bun from my hair just before I sat down on the hard, oak chair.

It was like old times, Charles mused. Before the world was baked under the simmering sun and the streets bubbled up like the cheese on our plates. Before the sky caved in and the earth found new ground. Before we slid down the roots of the great Redwood trees.

I asked what he had in his bag.

“What bag?”

“The one you left by the door, after the officer brought you home.”

“Oh that. Just…

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