A Meditation, In Two-Parts, on an Encounter at Trader Joe's_I SEE YOU_Swings and Roundabouts, Ba
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A Meditation, In Two-Parts, on an Encounter at Trader Joe's
Part-One: My Thoughts Upon Encountering an Old Friend at Trader Joe'sDid somebody just call my name? That guy walking over to me looks exceptionally comfortable here. He carries himself with a sense of belonging that I’ve always imagined having myself. I'll probably never achieve it. I’m useless.Why isn’t he carrying anything? No cart? No basket? Why do I always feel the need to shop while I’m here? Why can’t I just be? I have so much to learn from him.He looks so much like… is that Itchy? From high school? Why is Itchy wearing a tie-dye shirt? And why does his tie-dye shirt have the Trader Jo...
I SEE YOU
Being a small town, on a small island in Casco Bay, having only one small library, is a given. Our library is affectionately called The Little Library That Could.” If a building could be a hero, the LLTC would be mine. I love to curl up on a chair and disappear into a favorite book, on a blustery day. It’s solid brick construction always feels safe and secure. We have one librarian who pides his time between some of the other small islands, coming to shore on the 6:15 ferry from Portland every Tuesday. The other days of the week are covered by an amazing group of people who volunteer their tim...
Swings and Roundabouts, Baby.
He was a bad decision. No. He was worse than that. He was a train wreck decision that could only end in turmoil and disaster. But, Oh. My. God. The way he touched her made her feel like a woman again. His hands were soft and held her as if theywww.onedoor.cc were handling glass. There was a power behind his embrace that made her heart race in a way that only a dangerous encounter could. Strong. Masculine. Bad. And oh-so-good. It was her 39th birthday. It could have been the early June evening, the porce, or the liquid courage but when she looked up from her front porch and saw her neighbor at his mailbox...
Lovers and other Liars
I’ve got a plan.” Marcus looked at his friend with a mixture of intrigue and doubt. He had known Rendon for his entire life and had been his best friend since middle school. Marcus took another sip of beer and laughed at Marcus with mild amusement. Rendon always had some cock-eyed plan, and they never worked. They did, however, provide Marcus with a lot of entertainment. “And I’m ready to help you out, buddy. Tell me whatcha got,” Marcus got up and retrieved another beer from the refrigerator. He knew this would require beer, but then again, everything required beer. “Help him out with what?” ...