Foggy Meadows_Family, But Not Quite_He Told Me So_Familiar Things Like Hospital Beds and Bruises
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Foggy Meadows
Foggy MeadowsIt’s hard coming to a small town. At least, that’s what I’ve heard people say. I can’t speak any truth to the saying since I’ve lived my whole life in Foggy Meadows. As far as tiny towns in Rhode Island go, it’s probably the tiniest. It’s known for one thing: fishing. I’ve fished here with my father my entire life. A solid seventeen years. We raise a garden and catch our food, so there’s never really been a need to leave. We go to Foggy Meadow’s pitiful market three times a week to sell what we catch. In matters of actual U.S. currency, what we bring in is pretty unimpressive, bu...
Family, But Not Quite
There was a storm raging war right outside. Against what, it’s not exactly clear. Had the wispy clouds of white finally had enough of being ousted and pushed aside by the rich fluffiness of marshmallow cream? Had the sky decided to eliminate the dirt and stain littering the crystal blue it was supposed to reflect?Maybe it was all of that and none of it. It was preposterous in the first place to assume that a simple combination and mix of chemicals and earthly elements would have a mind of their own to wage something as humane as war.Oh, would that not be a sight? Torrents of rain as the heaven...
He Told Me So
We used to play chess together. I knew that he was done for when I was walking past his window early in the morning. It was closed, but I knew that it should have been open. He was a sick man. He couldn't complete a sentence without interrupting himself with a cough or a shriek, spitting all over the place. Whenever he talked, he looked as if he was dying. It was an amusing sight. I was up late (pulled an all-nighter) because of my older brother Jeremy. He had told me that tomorrow, just after the sun rises, there will be a solar eclipse. After that, we will all die, and I didn't want to spare...
Familiar Things Like Hospital Beds and Bruises
9:42 P.M. My nose is bleeding. It’s bleeding, and it won’t stop, and the disguwww.onedoor.ccstingly metallic taste of blood fills my mouth as the blood keeps gushing. It keeps going even as I hold tissues to it, it keeps going even as I shove ice against the bridge of my nose. It keeps going long after you were supposed to be home at ten P.M. sharp and doesn’t stop.The apartment remains deathly silent. My nose keeps bleeding as I wait, watching the clock. I make tea to wash away the sheen of blood that’s in my mouth. It’s tasteless and weak.Four hours. It’s been four hours since you called me first (at 6:...