Short attempt at an all too obvious plot

Let him go

"He's too old. Can't you see he's ill? Why cling on to him?! Let him go."

Why not, she always countered back. To a bunch of unsympathic faces. Or rather, a bunch of she'll-come-around-one-day faces.

They didn't understand. He was special. She couldn't imagine a day without him.

How can you just let someone who's been so much a part of your life for the past 7 years go?!

She held on to him, feeling his warmth, his breathing, his love.

But in the end, they were right.

She could not bear to see him in pain anymore and so consented.

Bingo the dog was finally put to sleep.

--End--

Short 1-minute story

A and B in the office

"Hey, you remember the other time when you said that you never know what another person's thinking?" Colleague A asked Colleague B, one late night at the office.

But before B could answer, A had knocked him out. A held a butcher's knife over B's chest.

"Well, you were dead right. Spot on."

--End--

Observing the shade of a tree

A little world
Exists
Beneath the canopy
Fingers of leaves
Rustling
In the wind
Invite the mind
To dream

A little sparrow
Lands and preens
In this little pristine world
Oh how I wish
I were a child
Young enough
For dreams and langour

For to see the
Sky, the world
Beneath a lush
Green shelter
Is a precious gift
In life, in time
Best had
As like a child

She knew which way it was
She knew she had to move
But all that she knew
All that she held on to
Would go go away

How we try to keep things
The way they are
Sometimes
Even though they're sad

At least
Some silly part of us
Would think things
Sad but perfect

The Bursting Bubble House

There was once a little girl
who lived in a bubble house.
The bubble house was magic
So she had all that she needed

If she wanted to eat
there was food
If she wanted to read
there were books
If she wanted
there was

But there was a book
Somewhere in there
She'd chanced upon
But refused to care

What it told
Was umpleasant indeed
The bubble house
would not long be standing

And so one day
The bubble seemed just
about to burst
and go

She still had time
To run away
Before she disappeared
with it

But how she felt
so so afraid
As she knew not what was
outside

So if you were
that little girl
Would you rather
Disappear?

I've grasped at dreams
I've let them go
I've been too much afraid
But that is how
Our dreams fly by
How dreams remain just dreams

I see from afar
Your lovely wings and glow
They shine and yet
You know not what
Beauty you possess
I await your your joy and smile

Sometimes we give our very best
And yet the results are not what we want
And then we wonder
Why are they so
And why we'd even bother

But yet most often we forget
That responsibilities
Are not tied to what the end might be

But we have strayed far far away
And now we all expect
That for every effort put in duties
We ought to receive as such