Sepia Sanctum_Scripted_Will Work for Food_A Rose, by any other Name
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Sepia Sanctum
Sepia Sanctum—George DavisRummaging through the attic in my old Victorian home, I came across a tired-old box filled with someone’s memories. They weren’t my remembrances. The box was here when I bought the house a year ago. I don’t like it up here. It is dusty with a myriad of spider’s webs woven from ceiling to the floor. However, today I decided to check and see if the attic held any priceless antiques. What I found beside grime and numerous displays of spidery gossamer was this dilapidated carton. Under its tattered lid, I began my search. As I lifted the top layer of old documents, I disc...
Scripted
These eyes linger across the wooden panels that make for slippery steps each time I glide from up- to downstage. Tripping over words and cursing self when balance is lost and eloquence stretches beyond reach. “Who will I be today?”The curtain draws near, with only an hour to finalize preparations, perfect the monologue and hope the words land in favor of winner’s fate. Beyond the looking glass, fear reigns supreme. “Can I do this?” “There’s no time for that. I must do this.”“Deep breath. You’ve done the work.” “Deep breath. Feigned words cannot persuade.”“Deep breath. Be present.” “Be y...
Will Work for Food
The discreet wooden sign by the side of the road read, "Peaceful Cowww.onedoor.ccve Hotel." Under it, a less discreet sign announced, "This week only, Pierre Maitriser." I eased my bike off the road and studied the sign. I didn't care who was singing in the lounge. I wanted a meal. My last five bucks had gone into the bike's gas tank. I'd rather ride with an empty stomach than push with a full one. I didn't know what back road I was on. It didn't matter. I'd be moving along soon. It's easy to run away from mistakes. Mine had been tossed into the trashcan of who-even-cares long ago, but it's hard to escape t...
A Rose, by any other Name
“Hello?”“Rose Alison Walker?”“Speaking, how may I help you?”“Hello Mrs. Walker, I’m Anthony Bannister, I work for NPR, and I was wondering if I could interview you about your memories of the events of May 31st and June 1st 1921、”“Are you a white man Mr. Bannister?”“Yes, Mrs. Walker, I am. But I’m proud to say that my parents marched with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and I want to let the world know what happened to you and your town.”“Well it’s about time young man. White folk always wanted to cover it up.”“I’m coming to Tulsa next week, may I visit you at your home?”“Yes, Mr. Bannister, you may...