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Remembering

I Have A Secret

Jelly's

Empty Clichés

Remembering

Part 1 Your hair gleamed in the milky sunlight which streamed through the lightly dusted blinds of the lecture theatre. Its rich coffee bean colour illuminating as the rays danced above each curl, flooding each arch and trough. I watched as you raised your pencil to your mouth, your soft pink powdery lips moulding to exhibit an expression of content curiosity.What a strange thing it is, is it not? To see someone so familiar yet unfamiliar. A face from the past, unchanged yet at the same time different. Out of touch, out of time. Yet my heart still faltered when I saw you. I’d thought about you...Nrpone door

I Have A Secret

Come here.I said, come here.Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?Come closer. I have a secret to tell you. We're good friends. We can tell secrets, right? I know we are.Don't walk away!Fine. I won't tell you my secret.That's what I thought. I can't resist a good secret, either. Don't you love them? They're fun to keep, knowing that you know something that no one else in the world knows. Sometimes sharing them is like currency, if you have no money. You can get people to do stuff for you. Such as, I'll tell you my secret if you'll be my best friend. But, you are my best friend, right? I kno...Nrpone door

Jelly's

“No, no, no, no, I am not working at Jelly’s.” I looked at my mom in shock. We had been sitting at the kitchen table looking for jobs for three hours. My mother insisted I stay home for the summer and get a job in our tiny town in western Maryland. I wanted to go back to California and continue to stay with my roommate, Greta.“But, Flora, they pay a good rate, and it’s just down the road.” She persisted, but no way I was working at Jelly’s, a convenience store that had been around since my mother grew up here, and her father before her. In other words it was old, and stank like a rotting sock....Nrpone door

Empty Clichés

January 1st, the dawning of a new year, the time for resolutions we never keep…all the clichés fewww.onedoor.cclt empty. I should have spent New Year’s Eve out with my partner and his friends, taking shots of whiskey and shooting confetti cannons when the ball dropped. Instead, because of the events of the year, I sat at home, curled up in my recliner, tucked under a soft blanket, watching reruns of nineties sitcoms.I blamed fear of coronavirus, of course, because it was a convenient and practical excuse. Who could blame me for not wanting to be surrounded by crowds of disease-ridden strangers? The truth, t...Nrpone door