The Box_Hope on the Other Side of the Fence_The Voice of Lonelinesss_The Holiday Crazies
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The Box
Ruth Emory's attic was proof that when things were out of sight they were also out of mind. She had been de-cluttering up there for almost a week. She had made it through a mountain of boxes filled witwww.onedoor.cch old dishes, discarded pots and pans, clothes and half finished knitting projects gone awry. Now that the great wall of boxes had been reduced there were only a few pieces of furniture left. There were 2 rockers, Jim's roll-top desk, a bright yellow kitchen step stool (circa 1950) and an ancient floor lamp that was mostly brass and weighed a ton. She would have to get her next door neighbor, Ne...
Hope on the Other Side of the Fence
“Let’s go for a walk,” says Kristoff. A walk, he says as if it isn’t so blistering cold our toes may freeze at any moment. A walk, as if we have the power to truly go anywhere. As if there isn’t a fence between us, keeping us from touching, from loving, from the warmth each other provides. As if we aren’t prisoners. As if… I shutter. Momma reminds me every morning to be brave. She says that the only thing they can’t take from us is our hope and we must cling to it like our life depends on it. Because these days, it does.“A walk sounds great,” I muster. The lie tastes bitter in my mouth. W...
The Voice of Lonelinesss
Liam paces up and down the grocery store aisles. His movement is rapid, frantic even, fingers drumming against his sides at different intervals like hatches not battened in a storm.His eyes scan up, down, across the shelves — searching, searching, searching. A desperate gaze probing waves of colors and shapes and heights clashing so heavily they homogenize. Where is it, he says, where could it be? It was here, I know it was here.He thinks he knows it was here, at least. If he doesn’t find it, he’s not sure what to do. “It” being a small glass bottle labeled “Vermont Maple Syrup.” “It” being on...
The Holiday Crazies
The smell of a mall is a mixture of stuffy air and French fries from the food court. It didn’t smell half bad in the store, because we were in between one of the entrances and the food court, which meant the stuffy air was almost all let outside every time the doors opened, which resulted in the smell mostly just being French fries. Of course, there was the occasional day where no one bought French fries and then it just smelled like Thai food. Today it was a mixture of them both. And the occasional hot chocolate smell, which always made you feel warm inside because you can just imagine how ...