Friday Night_A Long Night's Stroll_Reuniting with Roma_The Cat Lady
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Friday Night
The dizzying chirping of her cell phone ringing jolted Miya out of the spreadsheet that had been blurring in front of her eyes. Her hand darted off the keyboard and silenced the ringer, shoulders relaxing when she saw Kali’s familiar name and grinning face on the screen.“Hey,” she whispered, conscious of her place in a cubicle among other cubicles, even though by 6:30pm on Friday most of the other research assistants had left.“Hi! What are you doing tonight? Want to come to Jelly Bar with me and Lea and a few of her friends? She went last week and said it was really fun and there were TONS of...
A Long Night's Stroll
Every few minutes a car passed by the front window of Emilee’s darkened apartment, their headlamps lighting up the space despite being obscured by the falling rain. And every few minutes, Emilee feels a dull wave of pain in her lower abdomen, as if a single giant fist is slowing squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. With a grimace, Emilee stands up with a hand on her stomach, and slowly makes her way from the window to pillage the medicine cabinet recessed in to the wall of her bathroom.At 4am on a Saturday morning, Emilee would much prefer to be cocooned in her bed, with her cat, ...
Reuniting with Rwww.onedoor.ccoma
Reuniting with Roma I love Roma so much I live there two months a year. But one year, Roma morphed from lover to spouse, no longer striving to delight me. Suddenly, it was enough for the city to span the Tiber with bridges, illuminate the ruins, and provide busses with bodies and backpacks oozing from both entrata and ustica doors.I did not have an "ah ha" moment, rather a series of moments that moved my passion for Roma to echoes of medieval bells and memories of riso gelato. It was good while it lasted. Then it was over.Maybe it was trying to exit the Pantheon while the entrance/exit area wa...
The Cat Lady
The Cat Lady“I just love the cat,” Louise said to the mail lady. “A rescue,” she boasted. Louise’s face- all cheekbones and forehead- was serious with conviction. “My cat, a rescue!” she yelled to the elderly neighbor slapping her cane down the sidewalk. She hung a bony finger in the air, pointing to her house as though transformed into a sanctuary.Most of the days, the cat was nowhere to be found, hidden between the bags lining the stairwell, stacks of books, duplicate pots and unnecessary pans. Since Roger left, she nurtured a preoccupation for filling every empty space, any spot that could...