Finding My Centre

62627736 - conceptual illustration of green maze and fantasy objectsYesterday as I was dead heading my roses, I came upon a baby praying mantis. It was a tiny lime green stick, and still as death. She had come from who knows where working her way through to the maze of rose petals, and was nearly dead centre. Waiting for her next meal to come to her. And because of her patience, she found me or I found her. I am not sure which.

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Escape

EscapeShe is late,so late. Trying her best not to panic. He hates when she is late. It makes him uncomfortable, angry, distrusting. She does not understand why.
Pulling into the drive, the house is pitch black. A sigh of relief escapes her lips; he must not be here.
Puts the key into the lock, steps in.

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