Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

As they talked, feet wandered. As they walked, streets changed. Deep minds pondered why Mulder and Skully couldn’t find her, while she rewrote the script.

I resolved to be good each new year, marking my diary for every day I succeeded, then giving up when the diary remained pristinely unblemished.

“You share my bus-pass. We’ll share your fare,” said the friend. Oddly enough, the bus inspector didn’t seem impressed by her attempts to justify non-payment.

With secret skill, he nudged delicious treats from shelf to hand to share with friends. “I’d hate to get you in trouble,” said the shopkeeper.

“Are you happy enough?” “Yes,” said he and came home to his wife every night, never speaking of what went before, or of the war.

“Are you willing enough?” “Yes,” said the lover, telling the truth, replacing the other who’d died. To be at her side was all he desired.