Panda

Beside the mirror sat a vase and a bowling pin.  Every time Casey walked into his apartment, he glared at the arrangement, sitting on the mantle, with clear disapproval.  He chose to ignore most aspects of his apartment and focus only on the things he approved and also his bedroom. His desire to change his personal space into a zen palace had not become fully realized in the eight months he had lived there.  

Living with people was more difficult than he had expected it to be. 

He shook the hands of all who came to hear him speak. All ten of the audience members purchased his book out of pure interest. Many of the members of the audience were just looking for a place to sit and read within the bookstore, not realizing that they had volunteered themselves as willing members of a public reading.  The author read several excerpts from his life's work; a fiction inspired by a small truth. 

What Isn't Nature

She whistled in the wind. She made a castle to remember that day. I stood and watched. She was so beautiful and free. She jumped and ran. Sometimes I didn't see her for hours, but she always returned, holding something beautiful in her cupped hands. Happiness brimmed from her sparkling, blue eyes. I cracked a small, sideways grin, then wiped the dirt from her face.