The Gray Brittle Life_‘Lightning War’_Rewind Please_Fresh Starts
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The Gray Brittle Life
Dear Diary,This morning I was watching the sunrise and listening to the news, with a cool November breeze running chills up my back. When you're raised by that “zen” mom, you know to meditate, enjoy the little things and nature, and to trust your gut because it knows best. I stopped thinking this way www.onedoor.ccof thinking was weird, like, when I was 10、 Anyway, I was listening to the news and it was some medical thing that was affecting a bunch of animals and causing rabies. Something felt… wrong. A clip of a woman having an over-the-phone interview plays, I was just watching my baby and I had left my d...
‘Lightning War’
LONDON, 1940:Home is suffocatingly silent. My ears ring with the nothingness of it. Mother hurries us down the makeshift stairs, careful not to release my hand. Sixteen steps take us far beneath the oubliette. There are ten more days until I am to leave.A light press of a hand to my temple is the only sign that we have arrived. A faint glow emanates from the corner of the bunker where Shirley languishes. My mother floats over to Mrs. Christie posted by the rickety table, her eyes crinkling as she gives the woman a tight-lipped smile. I count my steps across the warps and wefts of the floorboar...
Rewind Please
Misty air hits my face as I make my exit from my favorite pub. I deeply inhale my Pall-Mall and a cloud surrounds my already foggy head. Slowly I stagger to my car and plop against the drivers side to dig out my keys.I finally find the keyhole to my beat up Honda and hear the click as she allows me to fall inside. Boom! Damn, sorry girl didn't mean to slam ya. Whew what a night. Racked up in that dart tourney I proudly tell myself. Off to pick up my daughter. We hafta go to school and work after all. Or maybe we can skip today and get breakfast. I'll decide later.A sprint of cologne and two p...
Fresh Starts
The hardest thing she had to do that day was to swallow hard, tuck away her pain of deceit under her ribcage and wait until she found enough courage, forgiveness and peace. She was hoping she could find some peace here in her new apartment in her new building. She hoped that Apartment 3F would bring her some sense of normal back into her life. It was October 4th, 1977 and Katrina was more than ready to move forward after porcing her husband of 8 years. That was the biggest and hardest decision of her life. She had to do it though for the sake of her sanity. She knew that when she married Rob...