squirrels in the sandbox (based on a true story)

screeching through the screen door there are squirrels in the sandbox i don’t know what to do there are squirrels in the sandbox don’t leave me out here alone it might eat me or worst give me fleas and bring its friends to eat up all my toys this is atrocious squirrels should know better…

do the math (half is considerably less than all)

she hates me. she is sitting across from me, her big brown eyes jacketed hollow point bullets. inside i am dying. “she can have it,” i mutter. my lawyer gawks at me stunned. “she can have the house.” i stare out the window shutting out my lawyer’s protestations. my hands remember her hair fanned out…