A Nice Man_Death and His Cat_Daughters of Man_You Never Know What Someone Is Going Through
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A Nice Man
“Have you noticed how the mail delivery just isn’t what it was. That guy who wanted to ruin it so we couldn’t vote; I hear is still there. I’ve noticed the same thing is happening to the paper delivery bwww.onedoor.ccusiness too. Our paperboy, or girl, can’t say I ever met which ever one it is, but which ever one it is, is a terrible shot, and is always late. I find the paper most days not on the porch like when old Mr. Henry used to deliver it, but in the bushes. Once on the porch roof. Too bad he died, I bet he was a nice man. He looked nice don’t you think? He was always on time. You could set your watc...
Death and His Cat
Slinking through the darkening night, I watch as spirits dart from house to house, longing to be amongst those they love. Whispers float through the air, wondering who might next despair. Will it be the child who begged to be dressed as Chucky? Will it be the mother dressed in black, pushing her baby’s stroller as her other children run with their friends? Or will it be the grandfather that’s pulling pranks as though it might be his last time? Jumping onto the cold, stone ledge, my yellowish-green eyes blink and stare, waiting. Waiting for that one slip-up. That one mistake tha...
Daughters of Man
I stand between two doors, beneath the Arch of the Temple. The Arch is painted white, with golden symbols, meanings lost in the tide of the centuries. Right above me, a symbol I do understand: a red tear. One door leads forward, the other back. One door is easy. I choose the other. The Arch room left behind, I enter a great Hall, decorated all around in golden vines, interspersed with markings of color. More red tears, white circles, black shapes of people. Not people. Women. The hall has a rhythm, dictated by immense stained-glass windows. Five pairs of windows, set on either side, filter th...
You Never Know What Someone Is Going Through
It's a well-known adage that “You never know what someone is going through”, usually used to encourage people to be kind to everyone. It's not a bad cliché, but it's not completely accurate either, as I can attest to. I'm not always the nicest person, and I admit that freely and openly, but I've taken strides to become nicer, although not for a totally altruistic reason.You see, I've been afflicted with a strange curse, after a stressful interaction with an old woman whose slow walking was making it so that I missed out on getting the closest parking spot to my office that I'd seen in weeks, i...