Finding Myself_Happy Accidents_The Dentist and Colonel Bogie_A Sunday Morning at Rosy Ruby's
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Finding Myself
When I first lost myself, I was thirteen years old. My knees went weak and I fell to my closet floor. My whole world had just been taken from me, how was I supposed to live now? My life had been "picture perfect" up until this moment, besides for my parent's fighting on the daily- but I thought this was normal. I had fallen, and it felt good to know I could fall no further, for I was completely and utterly numb. This was what I thought the beginning of the end felt like.Since this, I've traveled the world. I've cried gallons upon gallons of tears. I've been to Greece and Africa, Hawaii and the...
Happy Accidents
Hwww.onedoor.cce was just minding his own business, when the world stop. Counting the change in the register, after the morning rush, although his restaurant was still full of customers. The voices combined in a rambunctious slur of noise, but he tuned them out. The afternoon lunch crowd is usually rowdy, and it is almost time for the man to go home for his lunch break. A man with a blonde beard approaches his counter, and slaps a twenty dollar bill on the red bar. “I’d like a club sandwich with homemade onion rings,” His voice is as monotonous as his attire, a dull grey shirt and faded blue shorts. The man...
The Dentist and Colonel Bogie
The Dentist and Colonel BogieWords: 2682Replacement Lieutenant Mike Mose had a weekday off from his hated FDNY light duty assignment, cane, and all, when a phone call interrupted his early morning breakfast resulting in a stare down with wife, Mary. After the fifth ring, she gave in, as Mike made sure he had enough egg yolk on his bacon, before putting it away into his food-friendly throat. The tone of the conversation, he did not like. All she kept saying, was, “Oh he’ll do it, oh it’ll be all right with him, and sorry I can’t do it – I this hair appointment.”She finally hung up, and a forced...
A Sunday Morning at Rosy Ruby's
Extra large eggs for 77 cents a dozen and just over a dollar for that new instant coffee stuff he’d been so razzed about. Col scratched it off her list as she pulled a can from the shelf, deciding to save her improved omelet recipe for another morning. She sighed, eyeing the eggs as she passed the stacks of brown cartons. It was his Sunday off, after all. On the only day of the week he didn’t have to go into the office, she could surprise him with something he wanted. As she pushed the cart towards the TV DINNERS aisle at the front of the grocery store, she stopped before the coupon-plastered ...