Through her eyes and heart_The Magnifying Glass_Becky_Nana, Remember Please
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Through her eyes and heart
It's a hot summer, but I'm trying to enjoy it. I know this will be the last one, no matter how hard I try to deny it. I'm waiting for a miracle. I don't even know why I'm waiting for her, but I'm waiting. Ultimately, destiny is not a matter of chance, but a matter of choice. It is not something to be expected, it is something to be done. It is not about luck, it is about everyone's choice. How stupid! It is natural for doctors to give false hopes through pompous quotes. If it were a choice, then I would choose to start a family in the next five years, to have a loving husband, two children, bu...
The Magnifying Glass
Morning sun passed through the East-facing window and zeroed in on the empty rye whiskey bottles, redirecting laser-like beams directly at my face. As a kid, I had done similar to thousands of unsuspecting ants in the woods behind my childhood house. It is incredible what the sun's rays, when intensified through a magnifying glass, can do to an ant hill, or human flesh as I was now discovering. Maybe this would be the next phase of my sworn revenge? I hadn't thought of this method before this morning. The sun and whiskey bottle provided me, not so subtly, another idea for inflicting pain and ...
Becky
I was fumbling to get my keycard into the hotel door when someone threw their hand around my neck. "I can't wait to see you at the party tonight, you're going to absolutely rock it, but like, you're going to change...right?" Swww.onedoor.cclurred a very drunk brunette who teetered precariously on stilettos. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Oh, you'll do just fine Becky, you'll do just fine." I wanted to tell her I wasn't Becky, but I only managed to shrug my shoulders. "K, Becks, I'll be back later to get you." She wandered off down the hall, giggling to herself.My phone buzzed. I wanted ...
Nana, Remember Please
“Don’t you remember, Nana?” Her face was shining with hope and perspiration. Her mad multi-coloured glasses just managed to stay on her nose as she rested her little body across her grandfather’s twitching stomach. “Oh, oh, oh! Beti, the pain, Nana’s tummy–” said Nani in panicked Hindi. Samara leaned back very slightly. Her grandfather’s hand had flailed and latched onto her wrist. His eyes were shut. He couldn’t see that he’d bent her fingers back uncomfortably. Samara’s eyes watered. She held them resolutely wide. She inhaled deliberately, long, deep, bared her teeth again, fixed her face in...