Sunday-Sunday Medicine_The Last Nazi_Bright or Obscure_George, the Mechanic
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Sunday-Sunday Medicine
SUNDAY-SUNDAY MEDICINECharles had spent the entirety of the night studying for the test he was so sure he would be having tomorrow, Monday. He had consciously altered his sleep pattern to suit the suffer-head lifestyle of any student that had a booming social and yet somehow still juggled top tier grades. It was no wonder that around tests and especially during exams, he got into impulsive, fiery fits in the room we shared with two Yoruba young men. Stress; understandable, completely avoidable nonetheless.He—Charles—had not hacked life yet. He was, if I am, to be honest, the very definition o...
The Last Nazi
It was about three o’clock in the afternoon, mid May, with a cool breeze dampening down the warmth of the spring sunshine. I was wearing the same blue suit I’d had on for the past week, crinkled from the hours sat in the car, driving the length and breadth of the country. I was unshaven, tired and had drunk far too much caffeine and way past caring.I pulled up outside number 13 Cedar Lane, got out the car and walked up the gravel drive. The old cottage was set back from the road, surrounded by a clutch owww.onedoor.ccf evergreen trees, its exterior overgrown with sprawling ivy, an ideal spot for someone wan...
Bright or Obscure
I am in line at the drive-through, waiting for lunch. It is busy, and the line is long. I guess it is a Sunday. It doesn't feel like a Sunday... but I am okay with that. Especially this time of year...-~-There we sat, side-by-side. It may have seemed ridiculous, but her and I liked to sit on the lake dock this time of year. It was our tradition. The first year we started, we brought Christmas lights and strung them out on the edges of the deck. And here we were again, our feet barely dangling over solid ice. "Anna."She simply turned and looked into my eyes. Then leaned back into my arms. The s...
George, the Mechanic
Not many people can say that they met someone they came to love while having their car repaired. Well, I can. It was a minor issue but I was upset as the car was new. New as in less than two months in my garage. The service writer at the dealer was surprised I had arrived so early in the day. I was more than put out and wanted the matter taken care of before I went to work.It was so early that the service department wasn't actually open yet for business. But the mechanic who fixed the sort of problem I presented happened to be at work and ready. I was allowed to drive my car into the service a...