She couldn’t tell a wrench from a #hammer. The dresser didn’t stand a chance. #vss365

She read the email and told herself she’d #loop back to it. She wouldn’t. #vss365

When #letters and numbers became characters she could understand, the people she grew up with began to feel like a language she no longer spoke. #vss365

His #arms were not what they used to be, no longer small enough to cling to her without reaching. Hers hung lower now, but she still held onto the rare hugs he gave, remembering when she was the one lifting him. #vss365

Thanks! I like using the vss365 prompt because I **need** something that makes me write every day. I'm trying to develop my writing skills so I can write the stories in my head.

It was one of those days that he wished that he and his wife had a big strong #man around the house. #vss365

She didn’t intend to #exalt the mundane. Then came breakfast, with real bacon, and it was divine. #vss365

She had hoped for something more... #fascinating. Like some a set of unusual symptoms, perhaps, or an experimental treatment. Instead, she was told she had simply tested positive for the flu and was sent home with little more than a recommendation for rest and a handful of cough drops. #vss365

She missed the rain and the storms. Here, even the heat felt like a kind of #tempest. #vss365

She was up past midnight, controller in hand, kids asleep in their rooms. It wasn’t something anyone would formally #endorse. Tomorrow would come too early, and she knew it. Still, she let herself do it anyway. In those late hours, she could almost recognize herself again.

#vss365

She booked the site and put up the tent. There were campfire hot dogs and s'mores, which the kids loved. No meteor shower though. It was still there, of course, but the #overcast weather wouldn't let them see it. #vss365

With quiet desperation, she #entreated the coffee to finish brewing, unwilling to face the day unfortified. #vss365

She stepped into the kitchen and stopped. The disaster #surpassed anything she had prepared herself for, which was remarkable, given that she had three children and very little faith left in them. #vss365

It wasn’t just an edge. It was a #corner. That sacred meeting of crisp and tender. The best brownie in the entire pan, where TWO sides caramelized into quiet perfection. #vss365

Her garden was #bountiful, though not in the way anyone would admire. It was full of enormous, ugly weeds that refused to be tamed, leaving her endlessly frustrated. #vss365

It wasn’t tiredness, exactly. Burnout and seasonal depression had likely merged into something like #lethargy, though she lacked the energy to investigate the matter. #vss365

At the buffet, the queso flowed in a molten #cataract, threatening to annex the neighboring tray of nachos. #vss365

The kitchen held a small domestic #splendor. Golden eggs rested softly on their plates, crisp bacon curled beside them, and the rich perfume of fresh bread drifted from the oven. It was not a grand meal, nor meant to impress, but there was a kind of comfort in its simple abundance. #vss365

* thousands of almost-introductions

Their connection had always been #orbital, aware of each other’s existence but never quite colliding. They shared classrooms, passed papers down the same rows, answered different questions beneath the same humming lights. Yet, somehow, they avoided thousand almost-introductions. #vss365

She called it #stellar at the time, and to everyone she spoke to after. It was her daughter’s recital, so of course it was. Even if there had been a stumble or a missed step (there hadn’t been), she would have said the same. #vss365

She had #knowingly committed to the cruel promise of early-morning exercise. Now, the shrill alarm felt like betrayal. #vss365

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She knew it was a #beastly idea, akin to grand theft. Still, she was hungry and really didn't want to leave the last slice of pizza for someone else. #vss365

The phone lit up, and she answered. The shower ran. Lights turned on. Most days, she did not ask how.

But then there were the other days. #Mystified, she would be struck by the magic of the modern world, and that she did not know how any of it worked. #vss365

His thoughts were #bouncy things, skittering away the moment he tried to pin them down. #vss365

On days like this, she was grateful everything lived behind a screen. She could close a laptop. She couldn’t close a #mountainous pile of papers. #vss365

And so he got up in the #dark and came home in the dark. Still, he lacked for nothing. The brightness from his children's smiles was enough. #vss365

He clicked “save” and leaned back. The out-of-office reply was utterly professional, and, as he read it one last time, he couldn’t help but admire the final #touch: a stock image of a cruise ship on the ocean. #vss365

It wasn’t just a house. It was where she grew up. She stood in the doorway of her childhood bedroom, and the emptiness #ached. #vss365