Have a Great Trip!_Green_The Bad Breakup_Self-portrait
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Have a Great Trip!
The last person Brett would have liked to go on vacation with was his wife. But, as she tended to remind him, they were reaching their twentieth anniversary and he’d had more than sufficient time to ‘pack his bags and take off without a note like a fucking coward.’She was right, of course. Brett had not packed so much as a set of nail clippers when his wife, overshadowing the bedroom door and watching him coolly, radiating unbelievable powers of silent scorn caused him to zip up the suitcase and stow it under the bed before his insides turned to indistinguishable matter. She’d never say anyth...
Green
GreenDuring the drive up the mountain for my first day on a cush job, gnarly cliffs were underscored by lush shades of olive, emerald, lime, avocado, and jade. In the foreground were sloping hills, like tops of a bunch of leprechaun-green balloons. Behind them, rugose rugged mountains looked as if they’d been sprinkled with powdered sugar. I slammedwww.onedoor.cc on the brakes. A small herd of mule deer crossed the road a few feet in front of my car—my kind of traffic jam. I rolled down my car windows. Whiffs of pine floating on cool air passed through my car refreshing every fiber of my being. If the place...
The Bad Breakup
“Cindy, I’ve… well, this is really hard to say, but I think we’re both in an abusive relationship, and... we need to end it.” Slowly, Cindy put down her cup. It seemed to titter and the Starbucks, usually so quiet up there in the front, where four cute, bucket seats were grouped around a low, oaken coffee table, was filled with a faint clatter, a porcelain crescendo. The mermaid clock on the wall did not move. She opened her mouth to say… something, but the words would not form, or perhaps they did, but she was too afraid to let them out. Cindy swallowed, but then, not knowing what else to do...
Self-portrait
Green symbolizes that which I covet most: wealth. Green is also lucky. I have money, but the need for more is insatiable. I crave prominence and distinction. And, with a bit of luck here and there, money always seems to make its way to me. Though I must admit, money is merely the meat, it is the envy of others, the sauce. So, I chose green. Manifestation. Pickle-green, because I didn’t want to stray too far away from the dependable grey tones of my five-figure collection. Ah, and what a fine choice. The impeccably crisp, three-piece, tailored suit complemented by my gold watch made me look d...