Extra-Ordinary_Wiper Blades_Before the Play_Two Feisty Kids
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Extra-Ordinary
Dear Diary, Why are heroes so destructive, and why is insurance so harwww.onedoor.ccd to get these days? I feel like the two are connected. Seriously though, it’s frustrating. While they fly around, smashing into buildings, throwing away bystanders' lives like worthless trash, the rest of us are left with physical and financial reminders of our average-ness. Yeah, I get it, Spectacular-Man. You can shoot lasers from your eyes and I can’t. Did you really have to slice my aunt’s car in half, though? Was that really necessary? My mom suggested I start keeping a journal of everything that’s going on. “A mess l...
Wiper Blades
I pulled up to the traffic light just as it changed to yellow. I prudently stopped – I wasn’t about to run a yellow light in the rain – and the car behind me slammed on the brakes and set down on the horn. Evidently, that person had planned to run the light. Now he would have to wait on the world’s slowest traffic light to cycle. But he would live.My mid-size Japanese sedan was not fancy – four doors, boring beige, four cylinder engine – but it was a safe choice. It ferried me to and from my predictable job without fanfare each day. The car was reliable, but it was as vanilla as the rest of m...
Before the Play
Before the PlayWe’ve been rehearsing My Fair Lady for three months, four days a week, memorizing our lines and songs, practicing blocking and dance moves. The troupe gathered on a weekend to help paint the set the stage manager had constructed. Our costumes have been fitted and hung on a rack in our respective dressing rooms. Today, we will see if all this preparation turns into a successful production. Arriving at the theater, the excitement zings through the cavernous building, actors speaking loudly and laughing, a combination of exhilaration and fright. The ninety-eight seats have sold f...
Two Feisty Kids
Dr. Lenny strode from the soccer fields to the town’s only ice cream shop, followed by a gaggle of pre-teen soccer players and their mothers. As the team’s new doctor, he had promised them that he would treat them to ice cream every time they won a home game. They had been winning consistently, and this parade had become a common sight. The shopkeepers waved as the boisterous entourage passed their stores. Dr. Lenny led the parade dragging the wheeled first aid kit that he took to the games. He had only returned home a few months ago to join his parents’ medical practice, and his father had im...