IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD_A morning to remember_In Pursuit of Beauty_Summer Jazz Nirvana
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IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD
As far back as Tobey Stetson could remember, his parents told him he would never amount to much. A sentiment shared by all who knew Tobey. And Tobey did nothing to prove them wrong. He saw nothing wrong with telling a few white lies. As long as they helped get what he wanted. But last Tuesday, Tobey told a white lie that put his and his loved one life in danger. Every morning, Tobey posed in front of his mirror, admiring his physique. It didn’t matter if Tobey was, actually short and round; Mr five by five, as his mother called him. In his mind, he was Mr. Body Perfect. He was ...
A morning to remember
“Ah. These bulbs are replaced. But you need to change the compressors in the bedrooms soon, Miss Thomas. Otherwise www.onedoor.ccyou won’t be able to bear the heat this summer,” the maintenance man said, as he packed his things and shut his suitcase. “I’ll send over a guy tomorrow at ten in the morning, if that’s okay with you?”“No problem, Mr. Evans. Here’s your check for this quarter,” she handed over a check to him.Mr. Evans said his good-byes and Hanna Thomas was left alone by the kitchen counter. She looked up at the bright, shiny kitchen lights and sighed. It had been the third time since they were be...
In Pursuit of Beauty
I look in the mirror one last time, to say goodbye to the face that I have known all my life. The source of so much pain, so much agony. Goodbye bulbous nose, I never needed you in a size XL to pick up scents from faraway lands. Goodbye protruding ears, you were unnecessary since I’m not an elephant in the Savannah. Goodbye tiny eyes, you served me well, but it would have been nice if you’d opened up a little more. Goodbye thin lips - need I say more? Goodbye missing eyebrows, why did you never show up for me? Even as I know I won’t miss a single feature, I feel a strange nostalgia creep over ...
Summer Jazz Nirvana
The golden sun rays tangled themselves in my wife's pink hair. I'd always loved that hair, so lustrous and exotic. It bounces when she dances, lays placidly over her face when she lays on my chest, and feels like silk when I run my fingers through it. Right now, that hair was bouncing as my love made breakfast in the kitchen. Smooth jazz was playing from her phone as she spun and swayed over a pan of sizzling vegetables and eggs. A beautiful smile was spread across her face as the jazzy trumpet carried her feet around the kitchen floor. The music had an effect on me too. My head bopped to the ...