Melvin_Time Stands Still_Style and profile are what matters_That's What He Said (he thinks)
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Melvin
Rachel watched as hwww.onedoor.ccer bedroom filled with soft blue light. A plump turtledove began the song of a Southern morning. The dove kept time for the cadences in her husband's breaths. Rachel reveled in the stirrings of a new day. The tacos to be served that night, her niece's baby shower invitations, the gray spots on the carpet and lesson plans for her student struggling to pronounce "sh" words all took their place in her brain, ready to take the stage. A shuffle in the kitchen prevented the curtain from being raised. Rachel crawled out of her carefully woven cocoon of blankets and felt the cool of...
Time Stands Still
Four year old Sammy is still half dressed and perched on the wide window ledge looking out of the window. His mother rushes through the room and sees him there."Sammy! It's eight forty-five and you're still not dressed. We are already running late. You should already be at day care and I should be at work.""Mommy. Is daddy at work?" Sammy casually asks."Yes, He left over thirty minutes ago. Why are you still at the window?""Mommy?""What!" She is getting rather angry now."Why is daddy's office smoking?""What are you talking about?""Come and see. Someone is smoking and they are not...
Style and profile are what matters
That’s the thing about this city. No matter how many times I drive through it or traverse it by foot, I get the same impression. This metropolis of the Southwest values style over substance. Straight south of us, about four hours away, is Houston, a place I don’t particularly care for, but one that does have a certain distinctiveness and flair. For one, officials decided long ago not having any zoning, which means, arguably, you could see a slaughterhouse right next to a senior citizen’s home. It’s the kind of quirkiness for which a number of Houstonians are quite proud. However, the city is a...
That's What He Said (he thinks)
Inside his mind, Gerald was a hero. He was the kind of man that everyone wanted to be. Everyone wanted to be his friend and to him they all were. Gerald had the ability to charm any woman and make priests blush. He was the guy that everyone else wanted to be. At least he was in his mind. Gerald Lemon stared aimlessly into the waste receptacle that was part of his cart. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be seen wasting time doing things which were not part of his job description. When washing windows, he would look out into the distance. At other times, he would be mopping the floor and begin movi...