A Plaything_Josh Gorws Up_Finding Beauty in Order_CHIPPED, A FRAGMENTED REALITY
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A Plaything
My eyes have always been glassy. A special, magical glance that reflects only the special and the magical.My skin has always been taut, smooth and unblemished. With hair that coils like rolled wafers, and a face that perfectly smiles a toothless grin at my Beholder, I exist with welded cherry lips and a rosy blush that’s never disappointed.Some say the bottom of my shiny shoes have Made In America embossed on them, but I, unfortunately, am not flexible enough to see. I saw a friend of the Duke bent their legs to see the soles of their feet, complaining that the leather hadn’t broken in, and so...
Josh Gorws Up
"Grow up!" Those were the last words she'd said to Josh. And before that she'd said. "Again? Do you never learn? Well I'm not helping you out this time. I've had enough. You can't keep making the same mistakes over and over."He didn't know what had got into her. Normally his Aunt Judy was extremely generous. She'd always supported him even when his parents hadn't. They'd never understood his art. She'd always understood his rather unconventional life style. She was rather eccentric herself. At 75 she still dyed her hair shocking pink, wore skinny jeans and leather jackets and smoked pot at lea...
Finding Beauty in Order
The mixed candies in the glass bowl were a source of stirring anxiety for me. I should have been focused on what the good doctor was saying to me, but it was so hard to concentrate; the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and brown shellac glinting in the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead.As if they had a mind of their own, my hands moved independently, fingers plucking the inpidual colors from the bowl and arranging them in symmetrical lines along the coffee table. It wasn’t until I’d finished my task that I realized the letter “m” on each iced surface did not align with the candy above ...
CHIPPED, A FRAGMENTED REALITY
Never did I realize that my favorite cup was chipped; until my lip bled. Still, life was incomprehensible. *** The fingers on my right hand kept tapping on the small white table, their rhythm completely off tune to the clock on the wall. The same clock that I have been staring at for the past hour, its tick-tock sound reminding me of a crocodile? Then I heard it, the loud hissing sound of the kettle boiling. I so dearly wanted to get up and tend to it but I had to wait, and it was killing me. My nails dug deeply into my right thigh, knuckles turning white, but I still had to wait. My mind ...