St. George's Hot Meal Thursday_Teenage Angst_Like Sunshine_To Get a Name Again
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St. George's Hot Meal Thursday
I put my foot in my mouth the first time I ever met Jim, one of the regulars at St. George’s Hot Meal Thursday. “Hope your arm gets better soon,” I said, painfully unaware that his condition was permanent. His right arm was in a sling.“It’s not going to get better,” said Jim. With his goowww.onedoor.ccd arm he scooped a slotted spoonful of pork and beans onto a depression in a mound of rice. He nudged his tray toward the turkey and gravy.Jim relayed the little of what he knew about his injury without any embellishment. I was still surveying the foil pans for vegetarian fare by the time Jim had finished rete...
Teenage Angst
Teenage AngstThe phone call came as Donald was sitting in the only decent chair in his house. " Hello!" " Hi, Donald, it's Brian." "Hi, Brian, what's up?" "Are you doing anything this weekend?" "Not really. Why?" " It's my sister's fifteenth birthday, and I wondered if you want to come to the party." "Yeah, sure, when, and what time is it happening?" "Saturday night, don't come before eight, oh and if you can get your hands on some liquor, go for it, okay. My parents are away for the weekend, so we can have a blast without any stupid adults looking over our sho...
Like Sunshine
Tea was David’s favorite drink.He would get up at the crack of dawn, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon and head into his still-dark kitchen. He’d grab his kettle and fill it up with water and put it to boil on the stove. He’d open a small cabinet in the corner, lined with jars full of different types of teas. He would consider having some green tea, no, maybe black? Eyeing his rows of jars, each one labeled with scribbly handwriting, his eyes would land on his favorite jasmine, and he’d pick the jar out and unscrew the top. The fresh jasmine scent would waft into his nose, a sweet f...
To Get a Name Again
I'd love to make friends, but I'm not allowed to. None of us are. We’re all the same now. First, it was the clothes and then the hair. If it wasn’t for physical differences and DNA, then we’d be a homogenous mixture. Soon enough we’ll be “as strong as steel.” But I’ve got plans.It’s illegal to have a best friend. Regardless, mine’s the one with the freckles. I met them before the skin bleaching. I’d be whipped if someone in blue found out I called them Freckles. Names are illegal too. I never say their name out loud. I’m smart.I used to be taller. My legs hurt a lot these days. Sometimes when...