Leaves and Memories_Future Green Goliath_Oranges and Tomatoes_I'll be around
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Leaves and Memories
It was autumn again, so it was time to put the leaves up.She used some from last year, but most were ripped and faded and forgotten in far corners of her too-big house. So, as always, she sat down and cut out the shapes from red and orange and yellow construction paper.She was one of the only ones who remembered what leaves really looked like. Most of the others who dutifully hung the seasonal decorations cut out triangles for leaves, or rectangles, or even circles. Some, the older people like her, could still cut out the shapes of leaves and pumpkins and apples. One by one, their hands becam...
Future Green Goliath
As a kid, from a young age, I always was a big comic book fan. I was more into Marvel Comics than DC Comics. Though, DC has some great characters. Superman being on the top of my list.Growing up as a kid in the 80’s, it was a joy. For a fact, Saturday mornings, was a great day to be a child. Several major networks showing cartoons based on Marvel and DC characters. I read a few comics (I should say watching the visuals more often) but I got to know the superheroes and the supervillains by watching them on the little screen on the Saturday morning like any kid of that era. As a young boy, just ...
Oranges and Tomatoes
This is the history of a majestic, clingy, succulent scent of spices and sugar, ribboned with bitter orange. It has always been with me. It even existed before I was born, anwww.onedoor.ccd waited for me until I walked into it, through the crystal curtain, across the seamed and cracked linoleum, in search of the substance that would hold everything together in my simple world. I always thought the source of the scent was something I should want, and that is the reason why my still-chubby small hands - still learning to grip a spoon - reached for it. My baby hands couldn’t distinguish between smell and taste...
I'll be around
“The library is closed today.” Her lips were painted with cherry cream. Her skin was soft, and her teeth shone bright. He deftly avoided her gaze as he stepped away from the entrance. She looked at him tenderly.“How can I help?” Her voice hadn’t changed. She hadn’t changed. Her red hair still waved at the back of her neck in a swift and calm motion. Perfectly defined, held up with golden clips. Her mother’s, if he remembered well. “I was looking for Mr. Roger.”, he said. Her cheeks weighted down and, as she retained a sigh, her eyes grew warmer. “I am afraid Mr. Roger has passed away." A spark...