Rest Now, Friend_The House of Mistress_Drive in Silence_THE STAND MAN
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Rest Now, Friend
I sat in the wide bay window of my grandfather’s old cabin, one of those old log structures barely holding on by www.onedoor.ccloose nails and scraps of insulation. It was a weary place, but the squeaking metal fan on the table provided a breeze and the spices and vegetables slowly stewing on the stove wafted warm and comforting odors around the small room. I turned my attention away from the stained paperback I found on top of musty sheets in the hope chest to where a white bunny circled the area around a fallen tree and he looked... famished. I watched him silently and carefully, hopefully, held on to hi...
The House of Mistress
The market place was bustling. People were all around. The noise and the chaos added to the excitement of being out. She just stood there for a moment breathing in the spices and the fish. Uncooked spices and fish did not smell as appetizing as cooked fish. She did not care. A smile slowly spread across her face, and her walk acquired a skip. She almost ran to the scarf stall as the bright purple fabric called to her. It was not necessary, she did not need it, but today, she wanted to treat herself. She did not count the expense, she just bought it. The color and the print matched with what...
Drive in Silence
We’ve moved a couple of feet in the last five minutes. No matter what time I return home to Culver City, I can’t seem to escape the south bound 405 gridlock. I thought traffic would be northbound the Monday after Thanksgiving. People should be back at work and school, but I still see the Mall parking lots congested with anxious shoppers waiting for a spot to open. I hate to shop; sales cannot entice me to fight my way through the crowds. Black Friday lasts too many days. It’s Monday, three days later. My mind flits from scene to scene, between current and past realities, and then fast forward...
THE STAND MAN
The bed was soaked in sweat. Covered up to his chin in blankets, and the afghan blanket knitted by his recently deceased Grandma (may God rest her soul), Teddy Simon, lay sick, and dying. Last week the twelve-year-old was playing stick-ball out in front of his ten story Bronx apartment building with his friends Harold and Lenny. Teddy heard that Lenny came down with a bad case of the flu, or something bad, a few days later. Anyway, Lenny was taken to the hospital in one of those Ghostbusters cars, with bright lights and sirens, just to be safe. Soon afterwards, Teddy overheard his mom talking...