MIMIC_Cold Turkey_Love, your original dad_Just Yet
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MIMIC
A lone student sat in the classroom. He’d arrived early because it was important to see the expression on the face of each student as they arrived. Suddenly, the homeroom bell sounded and Delaney waited for the others. The teacher, Mrs Evans arrived first. “Oh hello,” she smiled upon seeing Delaney. “Hi,” he smiled back Mrs. Evans looks at a list. “What’s your name?” “Delaney Ryan.” “Ah yes here you are,” Mrs. Evans notes. Welcome to Prescott High. “It says here that you transferred from Roswell High? See any spaceships?” She laughed as she said it, which told Delaney that she merely a...
Cold Turkey
Joan and Josh had been long time smokers. Come 2021, they both decided to givewww.onedoor.cc it up — Joan with her chantix, and Josh thought he’d try cold turkey. It was December 30, 2020, and on this particular day, Joan was having a hard time without her usual daily dose of nicotine. Cleaning up after dinner, she stepped out back to take the trash out. As she lit up that Marlboro Red cigarette, she heard a rustle behind the garbage can. She peered around. “Josh! What are doing?!” Josh stopped trying to light his Camel 100 and looked up at her, startled. “I may ask you the same thing,” he answered. Joan to...
Love, your original dad
They always say based on a true story, and I so often want to ask just how true? Did they change the names or did they change the plot or the ending or did they write it the way we all look in a mirror- like it’s all true but only as much as we can see the truth?I was only eighteen months old when he left, and I would be hard pressed to tell you where he went. When I was much younger than I am these days, my fantasies would include a dashing, misunderstood man whose main goal in life would be to find his long lost daughter. Realistically, I think he was submerged in a late 70s alcohol smog, aw...
Just Yet
Shaker Heights, OH, 1968 and Gaithersburg, MD, 2020 “Don’t go just yet,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m not ready to be without you.”Her head rested on his bare chest, still narrow and smooth with youth. She ran her fingers along his stomach, toward the top edge of the blanket, which lay loosely around his waist. She sniffled as a tear fell from her cheek. He gently stroked her thick, wavy brown hair, the nape of her neck, the space between her shoulder blades. A slim slant of light from the hallway made a streak along the ceiling and the far wall in the otherwise dark room. It was quiet exc...