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Life is a Carnival
One minute I was standing beside my Mom and Dad, and the next minute they were gone. And now I’m in jail. How did this happen?We’d gone to the carnival. I love going to the carnival. All the smells, all the people, all the food. It is never not an amazing time. Except this time. And, did I mention, I’m in jail? So, it was early. We’d eaten a light dinner. Mom said that she wanted to be there before it got too busy. Apparently night-time is the busiest time at carnivals. So we set out early. It was close enough that we could walk there. It was amazing. There were rides, and games, and people, a...
Share the blessings
It was just one more of those dark, endless nights of what seemed a dark, endless winter. The snow kept falling, and although it was neither too thick nor too moist, it seemed like a white blanket spread all through the village. The cottage was a haven in the blizzard. Inside, Mother Mirth was stirring a pleasant-smelling copper pot over the fireplace, while young Ethel sat by her side knitting yet one more blanket. None of the family was going to be cold at night, they had enough wool and animal furs to get warm enough, the oak roof over their heads to protect them, and the stone walls were s...
CARNIVAL LIFE FOREVER
CARNIVAL LIFE FOREVER“So, what was the argument about this time?”Paul shrugged. “The usual. My dad always gets on my case, wanting to know what I’m going to do with my life. I tell him I don’t know, but he won’t accept that. He says I need to have a goal in life. I don’t, though. I don’t have any goal in my life. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, nor do I care!”Sharon knew what he was saying. High school was nearly finished, and they had to make decisions about what they wanted to take in college, which would ultimately lead to what they were going to do with their lives. Not an e...
One Glass Too Many...
It all happened on a Saturday night in July. The weather was nice, the country club beautifully decorated, but the conversation horrifying."What do you mean you're not my boyfriend?" Jeanette asked me. She was backing away slowly, her lovely hazel eyes wide with fear. I hadn't meant for it to slip out. We were at our wedding party, drinking champagne, enjoiying ourselves. The beginning of the wedding had passed by in such a blur. Walking down the isle, saying our vows...It didn't feel real. I but then I again, I suppose, it wasn't. "I wish I remembered dating you." Jeanette had said, her face ...