Cookies on the path between highs and lows_We Have to Move_A Remarkable Discovery_The lost-found fam
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Cookies on the path between highs and lows
-"My mother was always stuck in her puberty." she says as she storms in. -"Okay." I say surprised. She drops onto the couch and sigs: "Yeah!" -"And what led you to that conclusion? Did something happen?" I ask curiously. -"She's emotionally stuck in her teens. That's probably a leftover from her Catholic upbringing." she spits angrily. -"I do not follow you." I gently let her know. -"Her family has always swept trauma after trauma under the rug." I was eager to ask for an explanation but decided to keep my mouth shut and let her vent. "Every time she's in town, which she is very often, she st...
We Have to Move
Phillip turned the car into the gravel driveway comforted by the grassy hump down its middle, the part that car tires hadn’t trampled down. The hump had grown since he was a child. He’d always thought it looked like something you’d find at an English country home. Maybe in the Cotswolds, though he hadn’t ever been there.The old man sat on the porch staring out at him, a curious look that might have been mistaken for anxious, slowly pumping his legs to rock back and forth in its shade. When Phillip opened his car door the old man stopped rocking put his hands on the sides of the chair and lift...
A Remarkable Discovery
A Remarkable FindingThe lab’s bright lights bothered Sue’s eyes. Around her countless shelves with colourful solutions contained in long glasses and test tubes. Beakers, pipettes and burettes covered the long countertop in front of her. She took the tissue sample from the Petri dish and carefully placed it under the electronic microscope. She observed the specimen and nodded. Yes, it was perfect. It clearly showed the type of heart cell taken from a lab rat. She had to prepare ten more samples for her Pathology class the following day.The university considered her one of the best Biochemistry ...
The lost-found family
The lost-found family I am alone. Alone alone alone. Once I had a family, safe in that rocking amniotic ocean, safe, safe, safe. And then I emerged, I flourished, loved by my precious family. What more wonderful. Loved. And we came together, specially, for Christmas. That was then. But they left me. No, that’s wrong, rude hard men took them from me, took them away; raped them, killed them. Guns, storm, fire. Wedding guests bombed from the west, churches razed from the east. Burka’d them out of the way. Oh inhumanity to all. To man from man. And woman too. For it was war. Military something. ...