It had become a far too common an event in her life.

She has specifically placed

the key to the box in a special place so that she wouldn't lose it and know exactly
where it was when the key was needed. Now that she needed to open the box, she had
absolutely no idea where that special spot she placed the key might be.
I love the feel of wood curls flying off the lathe as I begin to shape the log in
front of me. The sound of scraping changes based on the wetness of the wood, the
speed at which the lathe is turning, and the type of cut I am making. The smell and
feel of wet wood being turned are unique. The water is sprayed out as I cut through
the different layers of wood. A log can turn into anything one's imagination can
think of with the right set of hands-on tools. I have those hands and imagination.
I use all of my senses and intuition to create a beautiful object. That is why I
enjoy turning wood.
It all started with the computer. Had he known what was to follow, he would have
never logged on that day. But the truth was there was no way to know what was about
to happen. So Dave pressed the start button, the computer booted up, the screen
came alive, and everything Dave knew to be true no longer was.
Finding the red rose in the mailbox was a pleasant surprise for Sarah. She didn't
have a boyfriend or know of anyone who was interested in her as anything more than
a friend. There wasn't even a note attached to it. Although it was a complete
mystery, it still made her heart jump and race a little more than usual. She wished
that she could simply accept the gesture and be content knowing someone had given
it to her, but that wasn't the way Sarah did things. Now it was time to do a little
detective work and try to figure who had actually left the red rose.
The wave roared towards them with speed and violence they had not anticipated. They
both turned to run but by that time it was too late. The wave crashed into their
legs sweeping both of them off of their feet. They now found themselves in a
washing machine of saltwater, getting tumbled and not know what was up or down.
Both were scared, not knowing how this was going to end, but it was by far the best
time of the trip thus far.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He glanced at it and chuckled
under his breath. Of course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how
would he ever be able to answer? He put the phone down and continued on his
project. He was ignoring her texts and he planned to continue to do so.