La Mort des Apparences (The Death of Appearances)_Sam Ben Andy Jake_The Second Bowl_A New Day Dawns
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La Mort des Apparences (The Death of Appearances)
“We have plenty of time,” Zelda said, reaching across the space betwixt she and her husband of eighteen years. She lovingly caressed his forearm in an attempt to assure him that his despondent thoughts were due to nothing more than the gloomy weather that had filled the day.“We have plenty of time to go all the places and see all the things your heart desires, Jacques. Life is still young and full of possibilities. Why in heaven’s name are you speaking as though your world has suddenly screeched to an unexpected stop and will never resume?”Jacques attempted a smile, but she could still see the...
Sam Ben Andy Jake
“How about Crittenden Lane, Pop?” I ask, but by now I’ve lost hope.We’re driving aimlessly over the rolling hills on Route 23 in northwestern New Jersey looking for some sign that my Pop might recognize. But we may as well be wandering through a dark cave with a flashlight whose batteries are on their last few blips, the buwww.onedoor.cclb flickering with increasing intermittency.“Does that name mean anything to you, Pop?” I ask again. “Does it ring any bells?”The purpose of our journey had seemed straightforward enough when we’d set out earlier this morning. My Pop and I were going to visit the gravesite o...
The Second Bowl
“Is this seat free?” the question surprised the man sat on the far side of the table hunched over his bowl of stew.He looked up from under beetling brows and grunted a response which was taken as assent. The questioner - a plain looking man around thirty years of age, of medium height, with pale blue, watchful eyes, set in a thin face - hooked an ankle around one of the stools on his side and dragged it out from under the table. He placed his bowl of stew and tankard of ale on the table and sat down. He nodded at the man opposite who had not paused in spooning stew - thick with vegetables an...
A New Day Dawns
Susanna opened her eyes slowly and gazed around. The sky was beginning to glow with morning light, silhouetting the large trees outside her bedroom window. Birds were stirring and chirping with the promise of a lovely summer day. Her heart lifted for a happy moment before plunging as she remembered. She was in that awfully expensive prison they called a retirement community. She got out of bed carefully as her legs were still not entirely trustworthy. At that moment, her front doorbell rang. She pulled on her robe and went to let Claudette in. “Morning, Ms. Sue,” Claudette said cheerf...