Capri in Infinity_RED AND GOLD_A Bone_Be(longing)
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Capri in Infinity
I wake to the sound of running water. Jamie—showering. The bathroom door is open just a crack. Although I’m in the bedroom and not with him in the bathroom, I can imagine the eucalyptus scent of soap, warm, thick steam fogging up the mirror, the pebbled floor of the shower under Jamie’s feet. I turn over in bed to face the windows. The hair on the back of my neck prickles as the sheer white curtains flap and ruffle in the breeze. I feel as though we’ve been here forever, yet it’s only day two of our honeymoon. My toe suddenly stings under the velvety-soft sheets. I tenderly lift the covers and...
RED AND GOLD
RED AND GOLDThe trip had been bumpy.The lights of New Orleans were a very welcome sight.It was just about a year ago since Jim Henderson had accepted the position of Goodwill Representative for a major American oil company in Dallas, Texas. “I am beginning to get tired of the fundraisers,” Jim said to his wife, Louise.“Honey, this one is special, and a bit different, as well,” she replied showing her own support. “New Orleans is in need, and Mardi Gras is about to begin. A masquerade party will surely be both fun and supportive. Your company made a healthy donation for the cause.”Besides costu...
A Bone
Darkness. It descended like a black veil on a widow, concealing from the eyes all things good and beautiful all while creating a sort of mystery. It was in thiswww.onedoor.cc sudden gloom that a young woman got off the train at her stop and looked up to ponder the weather before she continued on. She wore no jacket, carried no umbrella, and wore no rain shoes; yet she did not move briskly to avoid the impending storm. She took her time, descending the station steps and exited out onto the desolate streets. On the street corner that she waited, the light flickered. The young woman’s pulse quickened, and she ...
Be(longing)
This story contains material that is distressing: physical abuse. Before I can do anything, he’s upon me. Big hands clamp onto my neck, easily circling it. The man’s grip is unrelenting; I can’t turn my head to bite those fleshy fingers let alone duck and dodge. He flips me onto my side, knocking the breath out of me. Kneeling in the dirt, he swiftly slips a frayed rope out of his overall’s orange pocket, and round my throat. He tightens the noose and I’m trapped. My legs can’t hold me. He forces me up, but each time I buckle. I want to cry out for the others, but they have slipped into the sh...