Next Continues_Leaving Behind the Old_BLUE MADNESS_How to Fall a Little in Love
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Next Continues
Next!” The voice droned from behind the dusty desk stacked with papers, some in neat piles and others in disarray. The young man was plain under his inconspicuous mustache that hid any emotion. He pushed his thick-rimmed black glasses back into place, closer to his brown eyes.“Next!” His voice tolled out to the line of people waiting outside of the abandon warehouse’s storage room. “We don’t have all day,” his voice flat and unyielding to anything other than monotony.An oversized woman in a brown oversized coat came around the corner and approached his desk. She spoke in a low tone, thickly gl...
Leaving Behind the Old
Jessica couldn’t wait to meet her newest client. She perused the dossier to ensure she had all the facts about the woman she would soon meet. Heather was late, again. She had already been warned by her supervisor, this was her last chance. Her consistent tardiness had worn down her boss. Heather, as always, had promised to never be late again. But here she was…late. Her mother had often joked Heather would be late for her own funeral. Jessica stood in front of the buildings main entrance, excitedly waiting for her client. She studied the picture carefully, observing her client’s pale green eye...
BLUE MADNESS
(TW: racial slurs) We have learned to fly like birds, to swim like fish; but we have not learned the simple art of living as brothers." Martin Luther KingIn a city whose name I don't want to remember …… --- Hey, you, come here! SILENCE --- Hey, you, come here! SILENCE --- Citizen, please! --- Good morning, officer. --- Good morning. Are you deaf? --- No. --- Then why didn't you answered me? --- Ahhh! I have a name. My name is not. Hey you. --- What's the matter, black clown? --- It's true, it really is true. --- What's true? --- It is true that I am black and I am very proud to be. I'm indeed ...
How to Fall a Little in Love
How to Fall a Little in LoveJust after 10 pm on New Year’s Eve, the host claps his hands. “Gather around, all ye partygoers,” he says. “It’s time to pulge your resolutions.” One of Jake’s eyelids droops. www.onedoor.ccIt’s difficult to tell whether this is blaze, booze or his normal state. Everyone obeys and forms a circle around him. He’s picked up his drink and now stands in the aren’t-I-casual posture -- one hand in the pocket of his pants the other holding champagne in one of those trendy, stemless glasses. “I’ll go first,” he says, reinforcing that he’s a take-charge type of guy. “My resolution is to a...