Behind the Bars_Status Quo_Of Ivory and Moonbeams_Never Ending Blizzard
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Behind the Bars
The first time I ever saw Bill was in a grey room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, hunched over a book. In any other circumstances, I wouldn't have missed the irony of our first meeting. But the Gary in my memories hasn't developed a sense of humour yet; all he had learnt to draw from life was its emptiness, much like the bunk bed he would be occupying for the next `one year. Hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion, I had flopped down on it and stared at the floor blankly. All this while, Bill had continued reading on without sparing me a glance.The room was small and bare; the sink and toilet s...
Status Quo
The day I witnessed the murder was the day I wore my favorite flannel for the last time. It had white paint speckles over the right arm from my sloppy attempts at painting the kitchen, the front pocket was torn down one seam and mostly held on by the button, and the collar was wrinkled and folded in on itself. Finding a good flannel is impossible these days; I swear they're made from sandpaper or tissue paper. But this one, this flannel, had achieved that perfect balance. Three years of washing had broken down the stiff fabric until it was soft and supple but still tough enough to withstand he...
Of Ivory and Moonbeams
“Changelings are the fish you’re supposed to throw back. A cuckoo raised by sparrows. They don’t quite fit anywhere.”“Korina!” A bright, singwww.onedoor.ccsongy voice calls my name through the woods. My mother’s voice, as strange as it seems. Her voice always catches me off guard, like a baby bird chirping in the spring. It blends right into our surroundings as I run towards her, through the overgrown trails full of vines and wildflowers. I stumble on the path, tripping over a large root with saffron colored leaves popping out from under a tree.I look up. The tree is large and beautiful, just like the root ...
Never Ending Blizzard
I open my eyes, hearing wind blowing on my window. I wake up not knowing what time it is. I throw some jeans and a shirt on. I rush into the bathroom, having the urge to pee. I brush my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair and I'm off. I put my coat on and head outside. When I get into my truck, it wont turn on. Dammit! this old piece of crap. After another try, a loud roaring sound comes to life, finally. I rush out the driveway, nearly smashing into the mailbox, and screech all the way down the street. A red light brings me to a stop."Come on, come on!" I say to myself.Cars on my right, slow d...