Frosty Stop Encounter_Old Wounds Reopened_Becoming Okay_Nine-Thirty on a Rainy Tuesday
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Frosty Stop Encounter
Frosty Stop EncounterSemis, box trucks, RVs, rusted old pickups, tour buses, passenger cars like the one I was driving, several dozens of all of them, stretching beyond sight in both directions, are all but motionless ahead of and behind us with the cloudless-sky sun converting this spacious Mercury Marquis into a human-occupied oven. Upon coming to a complete rest at one juncture, we got out and looked ahead and back but quickly returned to our immobile shady shelter.Not running the air conditioning because with this unprecedented national gas shortage, it is important to conserve fuel and ...
Old Wounds Reopened
A young adult was sitting at his desk with a pen in hand and a notebook laid out in front of him. He stared at the page that only had a few words on it. He read it over and over again, but nothing else seemed to come to him. What else could he put in this part of his story? He was still thinking when he heard his bedroom door open with a bang, making him jump and almost fall out of his chair. “Noah! I just came up with a great idea!” The young man, Noah, turned around with wide eyes toward the one who spoke. It was another young man, whose hair was spiked up and black. His eyes shined with a j...
Becoming Okay
We park the car in front of a mansion: three stories tall and austere, built from blood-red bricks. The roof, which might normally be a stony blue, had been stained black a long time ago, never cleaned except for the rain. All in all, it appears more suited for a murdery mystery or horror movie than a teenage party. “What’s with the long face, Ellie?” Amy asks from her place in the driver’s seat, punching me in the arm. “This is your first party - show some excitement!” I rub the part of my arm where Amy had punched it, certain that it would bruise later. I can already imagine the purple disco...
Nine-Thirty on a Rainy Tuesday
On A Rainy TuesdayAs I was leaving the bar downtown on a rainy Tuesday. When I got to my car I checked the dashboard and saw the time was 9:30 pm. It wasn’t as late as I thought, and so I smiled. As the rain pouredwww.onedoor.cc down onto my windshield, obstructing my view I slowed down my speed so I wouldn’t hit anything. No one should have been on the road, but it didn’t matter, I had to be cautious just in case. I reflected back to early in the evening. Hanging out at the bar with a few friends from work. We got together a few times a week at the local bar down the street. We were all bachelors, ...