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Getting Closure
"Lou? Lou Shepardwww.onedoor.cc? Holy shit, that is you?"Though I hadn't heard it in forty years I instantly recognized my best friend from St. Albeus High School, Kevin Lamm. I turned to face him, "Hey, Kevin." "'Hey, Kevin?' You didn't just "hey, Kevin' me like we saw each other yesterday you bastard. Come here, bring it in," he spread his arms and beckoned me into a hug. I moved closer and he squeezed me like he didn't want me to ever leave again. I hugged back after a moment."I missed you, man," he whispered in my ear. "Me too," I responded maybe too softly.He leaned back and with his hands still on my ...
Parts of life
Here it is, Siddharth forwards the letter to his boss.Boss skims the letter and says, Okay, no problem. Take care of your mother until she gets well. We pray for her health. Thank you so much, sir, Siddharth concluded with a smile.He is very happy inside because after 2 years of working in a different state, finally, he is going to meet with his family again. Though this meeting is not for pleasure, his mother is ill and has recently got admitted to the hospital. He tried to change his office but they don’t have any branch where they live and another thing is he gets all the facilities here. H...
Sidestepping
Jean could almost feel a tangled, matted knot of emotions tugging and tagging at her thoughts, and none of them were especially pleasant. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be on your Golden Wedding Anniversary! And though of course they’d had rows, and of course there had been bad times, she had never for one minute regretted marrying Sam. She doubted there were a more loving husband and father anywhere in the world, and not just because she was biased. So it was all wrong, it was just all wrong for her to feel disappointed in him today of all days, for her to think that perhaps he didn’t r...
One of the Greats
Dear Diary, Tonight might be the last night for a while. I go to that special program tomorrow. I made it in, barely. Big news, I know. A guy like me, qualifying for an intensive opportunity like that? Pretty crazy. I guess I should be glad to be representing the unlucky ten in this kind of industry. Still, it feels kinda… empty.What’s that thing called, again? Imposter syndrome? Where you feel like you don’t belong someplace, like everything you’ve built and striven for is just a farce, like the support you’re getting doesn’t matter, because you aren’t what people think you are? My dad retire...