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A Journey's End
“Is this seat taken?” “Huh?” “May I sit here?” “Oh, uh, sure, I guess.” “Thank you.” “Sure.” “Going somewhere?” “Um…yeah.” “I thought so. That’s a pretty big suitcase you got there. Must be a long trip.” “Yeah.” “A little young to be embarking on such a journey, aren’t you?” “I’m nine and half. I can take care of myself.” “I see. Well, it’s nice to hear the young children of the day are taking responsibility for themselves. I don’t think my grandkids are nearly as mature as you are.” “Thank you. I’m moving to Chicago.” “Ah, a wonderful city. Been there many times.” “Really?” “Yes. I travel al...
He'll Never Know
In 1996 my older sister, my hero, wrote me a letter explaining how our father had molested her untiwww.onedoor.ccl she was 12、 I cried. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands... and enjoy it.I had very little to do with my father after the age of four, when my parents porced after multiple instances of adultery on my father's part. There was the odd visit here and there, but not because he instigated the connection. I think my mother just needed a break from being the single parent of three young girls. My mother made all the arrangements. These scattered visits had limited impact on how I felt about...
Leaf Blower Cantata
Sammy sat in the back booth of his regular café in West L. A. He read the sports page while awaiting his friends, Ben and David. They’d met here for breakfast every week for years. He looked at his watch. Late again. Ben entered and spotted Sammy in ‘their’ booth in the back. Sammy had returned to the newspaper. Ben approached. “You won't believe it. I am so fed up to here.”Sammy peered over the sports page. “You're late.”“I know. Where's David?”“I don't know. He's late too. Have a seat.” “I'm going to file a lawsuit. They are a plague!”“Who?”“Leaf blowers! Don't you know what they’re doing to...
Telephone
“DEAR LORD,” Jude Coleman bellowed above the screaming three month old, who rose to the challenge. He cracked his eyes open and found the whole family wide eyed and snickering around the table. He nodded to his nine year old daughter, Birdie, and she jumped up to console the baby. At her touch, little Joseph arched his back and wailed louder, his face turning tomato red. Hopeless. “Lord, we thank you for this-”Bang. Bang. Bang. All five heads whipped toward the door. “I’ll get it!” Elise leapt up from the table and ran to the front door, her water glass tipping o...