Christmas at Midnight_Ex-Requited_A Sandy Predicament_With Four Words
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Christmas at Midnight
Working as an R.N. on Dementia Ward B makes it seem that a matutinal death is as commonplace as a pre-dawn birth. My dear swww.onedoor.ccweet patient, Margaret Brown, joined Jesus on this early Christmas morning. I'm not sure if she extraordinarily left this world or not. I was there; I did see it, yet it all seemed like a dream. Maybe the old myth is true, Christmas at midnight is when heaven and earth meet.Margaret's story plays in my mind like the repetition of elevator-style Christmas tunes I have listened to all month; it’s most likely cemented into my subconscious. I suppose I didn't notice, as repeti...
Ex-Requited
“Don’t even fucking think about sending that.” I thought you were happy…I’m sorry. It was only the start of a long paragraph of text. I sat mesmerized by the cursor popping in and out on the screen in an endless rhythm, reading over the words I had spent the past hour constructing. I had never intended it to come out this long, but rambling was hardly something new in our conversations together. “Peter!” My eyes snapped back to the present as I looked up to see my annoyed friend ever-so-slightly breaching my comfort zone in a desperate effort to get through to me. “I would say ‘welcome back t...
A Sandy Predicament
"Not a bad day for an afternoon picnic, am I right?" asked Frank as he ligthly nudges my arm that was holding our picnic basket and blanket we were using for that day on Bradford Beach. Frank was carrying a pack of Miller Lite beer for himself and a pack of ginger ale for me.Since the Brewer game, I was starting to admire Frank and our friendship. We have been doing a lot of outings together such as going to the Milwaukee County Zoo, Discovery World and Summerfest. You would think that for a hillbilly like Frank, he wouldn't have so much money considering on how much we have gone out. Looks ca...
With Four Words
She stumbled into the shop with eyes wider than the chasm between life and death.I could come up with a better metaphor, given time. The chasm between life and death is not as wide as many assume.I should know. I run this place.Some do not believe it exists. Some fear it. Some call it Purgatory.All are misguided.She stumbled into my Apothecary not long ago. I've been keeping an eye on her since she crossed the doorframe and the bell above rang out with a lonely tone. I remain silent, of course. Waiting for the clients to come to me is easier than explaining the obvious.She wanders the aisles i...