9B_The Fortunate One_Stage Door_Make the Desert Bloom
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9B
She was referred to as the woman in 9B. She had a perfectly nice name, but no one in the building bothered to ask her what it was. The gossip started soon after she moved into The Alden at 2 East 75th Street. She lived alone in apartment 9B which was the first thing to raise eyebrows. “Why does someone who lives alone need a three bedroom apartment?”“How can she possibly afford it?” “The woman in 9B had a visitor today.” “9B had an unusually large delivery today.”The woman in apartment 9B was far too busy to notice the curiosity about her or to socialize for that matter. She had not invited ...
The Fortunate One
The Fortunate One“Hello, sir. Sir!” said the woman driving a new green SUV, as she leaned out the window of the car stopped within a few feet of a scrawny man sitting on the ground. He had been dropped owww.onedoor.ccff at an exit off I95 by a trucker who had picked him up in Florida earlier in the day. The trucker had been generous, especially with the ride and conversation, until they reached the trucker’s destination and the hitchhiker asked for a couple of dollars for food. “Don’t put up with begging,” he said, as he pulled the truck over to let him out. So, the hitchhiker began panhandling by the blue ...
Stage Door
I like to watch from the wings as you settle into the stalls, your faces upturned and expectant, your hands fiddling with your programmes and your numbered seats. There are no opera glasses for you, not here, not this close. I can see your ties, scarves, bracelets - trinkets of the real world - until the house lights dim and the leaping of the trumpets begin, and those trinkets disappear into the gentle darkness.I’m not on stage until scene two, but I’m dressed, waiting for the knock on my dressing room door. I put my mask on – carefully, so that the edges of the sequins don’t scratch, and the...
Make the Desert Bloom
Driving up the hill, Sooni nervously clenched the steering wheel, like it threatened to break free from the dashboard, fly away, and take with it all her newfound glamour. When she moved them ever so slightly, her palms left a humid imprint on the black leather. This was not the anxiety of a novice driver, Zein thought as she watched the sweat pearl down her best friend’s jugular. It was the unyielding worry of one whose good fortune is as fickle as it is new. Arrived at their destination, Sooni wiped her hands on the light wash of her jeans and gestured grandly towards the horizon, “H...