Floored_Virginia Venture_Mother of ...three_Like Breathing
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Floored
FLOOREDBy Lavinia M. HughesIt figures that my best friend Darla would let me take the rap. That’s always been a thing with her. When things go wrong it’s always someone else’s fault. Of course, I did have my own ill-advised actions to atone for. Let me entertain you with my cautionary tale of betrayal.When we were teenagers, we often babysat together. It was fun keeping each other company, piding the chores of taking care of households with numerous kids. The parents didn’t mind having two babysitters. The jobs were really Darla’s jobs and she was the one who got paid. Now that I think back, d...
Virginia Venture
Brennan never knew he had an Uncle Joel. So, when a package came in the mail detailing his uncle’s death out in the wilderness of western Virginia (no, not West Virginia, but western Virginia) he was equally mystified and underwhelmed. “I mean, I feel for the guy….”Emotional confusion aside, Brennan figured his mom or dad would soon receive a similar letter detailing their estranged brother’s death. Neither did. A day later, while cleaning his room, Brennan looked at the creased envelope once again. He held it up to the light and soon realized he had missed a folded piece of paper sitting at...
Mother of ...three
(Hi guys. This is my first time here so I could use some comments www.onedoor.ccand critiques. Thanks!). I woke up in a mood that immediately felt wrong for that day. The air smelled the same way I remembered it from all the mornings I was all packed up and ready to go to summer camp. I would always feel excited but terrified at the same time, ready to be away from home on my own but also apprehensive and sad. That day, thirty-some years later, I felt the same mixed excitement. It was bitter-sweet and made me feel like a child again. But all I am trying to remember now and describe in so many words, at the ...
Like Breathing
The alarm was sounding, you had set the tone to the Howler Monkey because you knew that it would wake you. It also was funny to see people jump when it went off as your ringtone. Stretching you reach for your cell on the bedside table. Sliding the icon over to silence your alarm you groaned, Christmas Eve. Shaking your head you toss your warm down comforter off. Sitting up you place your feet on the old solid oak floor, the chill jolting you fully awake. Getting up you wrap your thick red terry cloth robe tightly around you. Heading downstairs you needed coffee. Preparing your Bialetti Moka p...