A story is never enough_Shallow Diving_Rolling Out Of Bed_300 Seconds
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A story is never enough
A story can be too long or too short, appropriate or gross, inspiring or frustrating, digging in or flying away. There are all kinds of stories. But a story is never enough. My mother is a story-keeper. Like all mothers, I guess. They have lived for eternity and their memories are no longer the let-me-tell-you-what-happened prompts but rather well-packed novels with a beginning, an end and a moral. Always. I think that my mother was born a mother. And being born a mother, her job has always been to collect stories, sort them in categories, shape them in ready-for-use patterns anwww.onedoor.ccd store them in...
Shallow Diving
My wife, Amy and I sit in the car outside the book store at five minutes to ten holding hands and poised ready for a successful assignment. Capable adults, we both feel confident that today will be a big step in our marriage journey.We started seeing our marriage counselor, Sharon, about ten weeks ago. Amy and I both knew without some intervention the derailment of our eight-year marriage would continue. Both of us too passionate and stubborn to sort out our emotions without a referee. Sharon called our couple’s cocktail a lethal mix of positive and negative that never ended in neutral. When w...
Rolling Out Of Bed
Pure horror freezes the blood in her very veins when she sees the time as her phone screen lights up. 8:13 AMNo, this wasn't happening. Nope. Not to her, not today. In a flurry of blankets, sheets, and pillows she attempts to get out of the warm bed she'd been in as fast as possible. There wasn't a second to waste if she has any hope of getting to her job in a reasonable amount of time. If she still had the job anymore at all, since she is already thirteen minutes late. Why her useless phone didn't wake her as it did on any other day was a mystery. One she didn't have the luxury of time to inv...
300 Seconds
Jared glanced at his watch and smiled to himself. He knew that it was pointless to time the bell hop, but old habits and all that. Considering this quirk was all that was left of his once debilitating OCD, Jared embraced it. Keeping track of those seconds kept him from needing to count stairs, kept him from having to go down to the first step again if he missed one or lost count, kept him from tapping the railing five times if there was an odd number of stairs, kept the compulsion to look at the ceiling every fourth step he took at bay.“Welcome to Peaks Hotel. I’m Marina. Do you have a reserva...