A New Year in an Old Mirror_Forensic Hypnosis_Silence Is Golden_The Unassuming Gift
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A New Year in an Old Mirror
The mirror belonged to her husband’s first wife.It had been passed down in that storied way that all haunted objects are--on boats, across oceans, in the back of wagons and automobiles, and tucked away in attics behind white cloth.When Eliza, her husband’s first wife, discovered it, it was in an antique store gathering dust. The owner had kept track of its history. After regaling her with the mirror’s pedigree, Eliza cut the quickest check of her life and the mirror returned home with her where it would stay for the remainder of her life. It hung in the front hallway next to the hat rack that ...
Forensic Hypnosis
Four, three, two, one, drop down, down deeper and deeper. ‘Is there an A?’ I turn left. I see Aunty Jan’s wedding and the shoes her husband wears which say ‘help’ on the soles and I spell them out loud in the church. ‘Is there a B?’ No. I’m on another curve of my dad’s first car. I am 4、 It’s a mess in here. I can’t see any way ahead. I can’t find what you want. You steer me but all I see is silence. It has a shape, a texture, a sound. I see nothing.‘Is there a C?’ I smell the red polish used on the stone floor at the boarding school I know is no longer a boarding school. The present and the...
Silence Is Golden
Silence Is GoldenThe waiter asked, “Would you care for more wine, Sir?” He smiled and waited for my response. I nodded and looked around the restaurant. I lifted my wine glass. The waiter took it from me, poured the Riesling into my glass then handed it back to me. I smiled and nodded to imply a thank you. The waiter grinned and left my table. I wiped the bottom of the glass with a napkin and placed it in front of me next to the glass of ice water.I was sitting alone in a room full of people at a restaurant that seemed to be designed for couples. I felt out of place but enjoyed myself, neverth...
The Unassuming Gift
Lying in bed staring into the darkness, every tick from the clock pounds louder and louder in her head. It is that time of year again. The time to frolic and give of good cheer. This time of year, it always robs her of sleep because she has never known a holiday full of merriment, at least not that she can recall. There are people who see her as cold and uncaring, while others as an extreme minimalist for not wanting to give or receive gifts during the holiday season. One thing the world never lacks at any time of the year is opinions. She digs her heals in deep on her stance concerning holida...