Mishaps

Written by Jacob Ibrag

She planned her whole life. Every i dotted,

every t crossed. She even planned for mishaps,

it was brilliant. The mystique was a virus and it had

to be eradicated. There was no time for lollygagging and

staring into the stars at night. Sunsets were for those that

had no future. The future was worth planning for, right?

Yesterday and today just a grand tool for tomorrow. She

planned her whole life. Every i dotted, every t crossed.

She even planned for mishaps. Her eyes always looked

forward when crossing the road. She used to only

look forward when crossing the road. Mishaps.

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 Painting by agnes-cecile