Talking Between Toilet Stalls_No Good In Goodbye_Tramp_Forgetting Something?
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Talking Between Toilet Stalls
“Mommy, I don’t have to go to thwww.onedoor.cce bathroom,” Oliver, a rambunctious, four-year-old red-haired boy, said loudly.“I know Ollie, but I do,” his mom replied patiently as she opened the door to the ladies’ room and pulled Oliver by the arm inside the restroom with her.“Why do I have to go in here when this is only for girls?” Oliver asked while stomping his feet.“Because this store doesn’t have a family restroom,” Annie, Ollie’s mom replied.“Can I take out my truck?” Ollie asked, tugging at her backpack.“If you can hold it and not put it down on this dirty floor, then yes, fine,” Annie said while s...
No Good In Goodbye
Surveying the drab, muted room Poppy felt a peal of hysterical laughter rippling upwards like bubbles fighting their way to the surface of a lake. She clamped her hand over her mouth to fight the urge, fingernails digging crescent moons into her palms. You cannot laugh right now, she told herself. Keep it together, Poppy. A bell clanged over an intercom, harsh and metallic, and on the other side of the glass men in orange jumpsuits began streaming into the narrow space. Most of them were middle aged, although there were the outliers. A man with a snow white beard who could have passed for a ma...
Tramp
He huddled in a bus-shelter in an anonymous street in an equally anonymous city. Arthur hadn’t been asleep long when purposeful kicking roused him.‘You can’t stay there! You’ll have to move on!’ The voice belonged to the hazy figure crouched over Arthur. ‘But where do I have to go?’ Arthur turned to take the sight of the figure into full focus. ‘I really don’t know where you’ll go – I only know you can’t stay here.’ ‘Can you spare a couple of bob? Just for a cup of tea.’ ‘No! Now move on!’ A tinge of anger in the tone of the police officer. Arthur shuffled to his feet and walked out into the...
Forgetting Something?
“You don’t remember anything?” “Nope, not a thing.” “Doesn’t that bother you? I know it would bother me.” I don’t really know when it began, because it isn’t like you get hit in the head, end up in the hospital and don’t know who you are or where you are. It is slower than that. It’s more like you can’t find your glasses. You know how someone always points to your head cause that’s where they are supposed to be. But you don’t wear glasses and you can’t find them cause you don’t remember you don’t wear glasses. It’s not like Alzheimer either. Alzheimer is a degenerative process. Your brain doe...