When the Lights Go Out_Destination Mind_Shattered Dreams_Winter's Spring
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When the Lights Go Out
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon in December. Harry was working at his desk. He was a reporter for the local paper, Sizzle Biz. “Harry. My office. Now”. The voice boomed from the chief’s office. Harry really didn’t like this man. He got up and made his way over to the office. “Coffee, Harry?” asked Jenny. She sat at the desk opposite Harry and was about to go out and get some lunch. She knew he wouldn’t want a sandwich; he never ate after 11am. “Latte with a shot of vanilla please” smiled Harry, “and two sugars”. Harry glanced outside at the flurry of snow that had been falling since early...
Destination Mind
Panting for breath, I ran through to double doors of the city L train just before they closed and a grabbed on to the nearest handle available and held on to it as the engine cranked to life and I, along with the rest of the passengers on this sort of grungy conveyance with half broken seats and musty windows felt the ourselves swaying backwards as the the train lurched forward."Excuse me" I mumbled to the gentleman to my left after I bumped into him. The other man grunted from underneath his small tweed hat which he had pulled downwards, presumably to block out his eyes from seeing the overly...
Shattered Dreams
Deafening silence cut through the crowded bar as shards of glass exploded into the thick smoky air showering the patrons with amber shrapnel and foamy beer. The silence transpired into loud clamor as everyone gasped in disbelief at what they had just witnessed.Minutes before the chaos ensued, a chatty young gal with a thick southern accent sat sipping on an espresso martini bellied up to the bar bantering with the locals. She stuck out like a sore thumb flipping her blond curls around her pointer finger while tugging at her skimpy black bodycon dress every time she took a sip. The inebriated r...
Winter's Spring
Daffodils blooming, and in the most unexpected places. Not being indigenous to the coastal region I find anything that offers a glimpse of life before April, suspicious. I begin to look for the source of the deviance, usually a nuclear power facility that has gone awry, or a Cannabis sativa drying facility, that has gone up in smoke. But alas it is just the temperament of the rain forest that brings life to the innocuous observations of a winter now past. I do find it contemplative, that Daffodils should find their way to the most unexpected of places. Interstate roadsides, the edges of field...