Leave the Dirge for the Birds and the Bees_The Only Dog I Know_The Girl with the Rainbow Tears_Child
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Leave the Dirge for the Birds and the Bees
Anna plays the piano, and looks outside for inspiration, hoping to find something strange, tragic, beautiful, interesting. Maybe a suicide? But when the depressed man jumps out of the window, he floats down gently. He is perplexed at the outcome, and walks to the nearby cafe, never to attempt suicide again. Instead, he orders an espresso and reads the newspaper. A new railroad is being built somewhere in the west. “Perhaps I'll move to the west” he thinks, “and take up farming. No man can be depressed while he has his nose to the soil and works 20 hours a day. I’ll throw all my misery into th...
The Only Dog I Know
“Mildred, we need to talk.” This was a real surprise. Usually, we would have our tea and scones at a local café – D’Angelo’s; please try their quiche and sauces if you have a chance – and there would be a lot of talk about our families, children, the problem of housekeeping and housekeepers, and what the weather was like as we stared out across the neighbourhood. That day, the weather was quite beautiful, and we found the perfect spot on that beautifully tiled patio with a table that did not wobble, chairs that still had the padding on – perfect for my back – and Herbert as our waiter (such a ...
The Girl with the Rainbow Tears
Everyone is happy when I takewww.onedoor.cc my meds. Except me. The meds are for “my condition,” as my parents and siblings describe my particular brand of schizophrenia. They’re all afraid to say the word. It’s a bitch to spell too. ************** “So, you are color blind,” the old man said. He nodded but he wouldn’t look Fargo in the eye. The boy seemed a little strange. “Not just color blind, my friend. Real color blindness. I can only see black, white, and shades of gray. It’s extremely rare,” Fargo said. He sounded both proud and despondent at this, but the ratio was unequal. “I see,” the old man said....
Child of the Sea
Water spray hit my face as the waves beat against the rocks below. I opened my eyes, and saw the sun on the horizon, setting in the west once again. In front of it, spanned the great ocean, with its mystery and its fantasy. The sun’s reflection in the water gleamed, shining into my eyes, but I couldn’t look away. In the distance, barely in my sight, a ship sailed, catching the northbound wind. I smiled, thinking back to a time without politics. To a time without expectations and the wind in my hair. I laughed, my giggle high pitched and childish. I stood as tall as I could, trying to see over...