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on the sidelines, sometimes
(contains sensitive language and sex)I think we went, that day, to the Thai restaurant towards the end of campus. Across the road from the university union, and close to the class we shared, it seemed a good choice for lunch. I remember feeling worried that you wouldn’t want to come with me. Once the class had ended, and the shuffle of notebooks and murmur of chatter began, I thought your kindness to me would end. I thought you’d only spoken to me because we sat together. On those hard, red, plastic chairs. In the middle of the small class. Surrounded by students with disheveled hair, large lo...
The Shoplifter
March 3rd, 2022 Gratiot; The Red Zone; Detroit, MI, USA The wind whipped through his thin clothes and penetrated his bones. He bent over and dug deeper into the trash can, ignoring the stench of rotting food and dirty diapers. It was a shame that people didn’t throw away good clothes. He could sure use something more than the pair of ragged jeans and the light, sleeveless vest that currently were doing little to keep out the weather. Reaching the bottom of the garbage bag, he tossed out a jagged piece of glass and wrapped his long fingers around the item he had been looking for. It was an old...
Not My Fault
It was all my fault when the police took me into custody. My family doctor could not get hold of me after I left our appointment, and fearing the worst, she called 911、 I was driving home after having had lunch with a friend when my phone rang. It was my son."Hi Mom." his voice was hesitant."Hi Nate, what's up." I replied cheerfully."The police are here. They want to talk to you." I could tell he was scared. He was only 13 and shouldn't have had to deal with this alone. Before I could reply to reassure him everything was going to be OK - because that is what a mother is supposed to do - a poli...
Long time coming
“One more, I can’t believe this is the last one. I made it!” I hold the dress up and give it a last look ovewww.onedoor.ccr before I put it on. I take a few steps back until my entire dress is visible. I do a little twirl and smile.“What do you think? Now that I’m here and actually have it on it feels like it’s a little too dressed up for Christmas dinner.”He leans forward slightly, squints and tilts his head to the side. “I still love it.” He smiles. “Thank you, let me get out there before they start looking for me.” He blows me one kiss with each hand before ending the video call. I take my other earbud o...