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I Guesss We All Have To Face it Sometime
She sat on the park bench with her long hair blowing all over the place in the wind, feeling dazed. She pushed it back off her face and held it in her one hand while trying to get her bag open. The zip was stuck again ‘how many times have I meant to sort that zip out?’ she thought. Then just as the metal teeth connected and the bag opened, it fell onto the grass in front of her. “I’ll get it love” a kindly old lady said to her, bending down and picking up the big leather bag “It’s so awkward when you’ve only got one hand”. “Thank you” she said to the old lady quietly and then for some reason a...
Working Ethics
Mildred Smithson was never late for work. In fact, she was always early. It was her calling to organize, support and even rarely stand-in for her boss, Mr. Bradly. He was the manager of a small brokerage and Mildred knew without her help, he would not be as successful as he was.Making coffee, booting up the office computers and organizing Mr. Bradly’s desk were a few tasks Mildred completed before anyone else arrived. Although there was a janitor that came at night, Mildred was often not satisfied with his attention to detail. She kept a can of Lemon Pledge in the cubby above the coffee pot an...
The Niyati
I hardly ever remember my dreams, but that morning was different. It stuck with me, tugging at my brain as I percolated the coffee, showered quickly, and slipped on my sensible slacks and blouse. Lying down on a rough surface, I had been looking up at a sky laden with menacing clouds while millions of feathers floated down, pirouetting above me, settling on my forehead, tickling my nose and mouth, and finally stifling my breathing, until I had awoken, gasping for breath. The vivid and heavenly experience had not been a blissful one but rather had left me with a sense of crushing anxiety. As...
beetle of Our Lady
Ficus benjamina, United Nations Secretariat Building 405 E 42nd St, New York, NY 10017, ca. 1968 - Spring Bright lights, big lobby. Newly hatched, I’ve seen the future beyond the underside of a leaf and it’s indoor air-conditioning. The ker-chunk ofwww.onedoor.cc the compressor kicks in and all the leaves in the lobby dance to the man-made breeze that issues forth from the registers. On occasion, when the mood strikes, I’ll pop open the old elytra and spread my wings to catch the wind, using it to provide me with a leisurely plant-crawl, all you can eat aphids. Indoors mean no birds as well, and when you la...