Peach Pit_The Truth in Speed Dating_I'm fainting, I realize._After Jonathan
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Peach Pit
I have a peach pit in my belly. Momma told me it’ll grow into a tree and sprout out of my mouth, she said it serves me right. She said I shouldn’t go around swallowing peach pits, but she said I shouldn’t spit ‘em out either. I don't argue with Momma.I can feel it in my stomach; out of the pit, itty bitty roots have wriggled their way out. Whatever I eat it takes a little bit too. I ate extra chocolate pudding at lunch when Momma wasn’t looking so it’ll grow big and strong. When I’m in bed all alowww.onedoor.ccne and my room looks the same with my eyes shut and with them open I can feel it growing, little b...
The Truth in Speed Dating
Steven Becker had been thinking about it for a while. Actually, he’d been thinking about it for a really long time if he was being honest with himself. He had prepaid the $2,000 registration fee for the evening’s event and now here he was, exiting the taxi outside of U and 14th, one of the most crowded and recognized intersections in Washington DC.It’s not too late, to turn around and get the hell out of here, the half of his brain that was a little anxious and nervous to be there tells him.Just go, the other half tells him. He moves his feet, putting one in front of the other, his Berluti Sc...
I'm fainting, I realize.
I've always been jealous of other people's fingernails. Mine never seem to look right. The skin below the nail is always dry and rough. The nail itself has white patches on them. My cuticles are constantly covering my nail no matter how much I maintain them. In school, I used to look at my classmates' fingernails. I expected someone to have ones like mine. But they never did. Even the boys who hardly ever thought about their nails had better-looking ones. I was distraught. What was I supposed to do? I look at my nails. My middle fingernail is okay—my best one, in fact. The cuticles are mainta...
After Jonathan
Ruth always put more water in the kettle than she needed so that she was always ready for guests. It hardly ever happened, anyone turning up without a moment’s notice, but providence, it seemed, was on her side that day; for there was a knock on the door just after she flicked the kettle’s switch.Ruth grabbed her stick and lumbered over to the front door. Standing on her tiptoes as best as her arthritic knees would allow, she peeked through the peep hole.Her peep hole was different from the others in the building: her late husband had owned the building as well as lived and worked in it and as...