Cleaning House

“Ready?”  I nodded over to Thomas, who held his wand tightly in his hand.  His dark eyes shifted to the rattling door. I gulped. “On three.”

“One,” we both paused, hearing more intense rattling, “two…three.”

SLAM!  One flick of our wrists and the lock turned.  The door burst open, slamming open against the wall.  Pages upon pages flew out of the attic, causing both of us to hold our hands up.  Books toppled to the hallway floor from the stairs, reaching our toes and growing into a large pile.

Gratification or Gimmick?

Our world is far too instantaneous.  We have cell phones that allow us to access information in mere seconds, social media platforms that allow us to send messages to friends around the world in no time, and the climbing total for the MegaMillion lotto is displayed all around the country.  Our society, whether we like it or not, thrives off the idea that somehow, some way, and somewhere, whatever we want is going to come to us right away, when we want it, and by total chance.  That, unfortunately, is a giant lie.