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An old fashioned love story
“Are you sure I look alright?” he asked her for the umpteenth time that evening. “Yes Arthur, debonair and handsome, for an old guy”! She added. “We’re only going out with the kids, not to visit royalty”. “I know, but I hate dressing up. Why can’t I just wear my shorts and tee-shirt and be done with it? Where are we going anyway?” he asked. “It’s a surprise Arthur. I’ve told you that! The children have booked a restaurant for us – we’ll know when we get there, so hurry up and put the finishing touches to your outfit” she teased him. She was looking forward to it. Someone else cooking dinner an...
The Underground
One of the first things people long for when they experience a crisis is a normal day: a cup of coffee, a hot shower, a moment to feed the pets and throw in a load of laundry. The blissfulness of the mundane we allow to wash over us each day but that we never choose to luxuriate in. Anna had coffee waiting before her this morning, but it sat untouched, the steam having finally given up its quest to draw attention and dissipating one final time into the air. Her husband, Ryan, had long since tossed his into the sink. Anna can hear his stomach rumble, but Ryan pays it no mind.He moves from the ...
Sixteen
April 2009 (flashback)"Eri." my mother's voice, both a memory and a wish. I miss her."Mommy?" I was five when she 'went away' then, 'died' now."Erica, promise me you'll find a good man," she had said. A good man... what if I didn't want a good man?"I promise." there was no other choice but to promise. She was sick and dying. The least I could do was promise something as simple as finding a good man.And I did find a good boy, though I can’t say I kept him.April 8, 2020It has been eleven years since my mother died. My sixteenth birthday. Something I don’t understand is why we celebrate birthdays...
Loophole
LoopholeA chilly early morning, the day after an early winter storm struck New York. I put on a clean change of clothes and headed out to subway station. I impatiently waited for a couple minutes until from a distance I spotted my train. I hoped on the dirty antique train and fought my way to the back of the train. There was only one empty seat in the crowded morning train, the seat was specially reserved for pregnant women. So, I took it. I invested on this trip, $2、75 to be precise. I have to take maximum advantage to the situation; a free seat is a free seat. Finders keepers, right? I decid...