DON'T POKE THE BEAR_Roxie's Train Ride_A Fantasy Foreign_The Cloak
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DON'T POKE THE BEAR
I REMEMBER that day vividly. It was just one of the many interesting moments in time that will forever be ingrained in my memory during my first summer job as a lifeguard at our local pond. I always was a water nerd from the get-go. Diving was the extra thing I learned as a kid. It just happened somehow when you just got to the water and went headfirst into the unknown. Not a smart idea looking back. You need to always know what’s under the water. One thing I was sort of okay with and that is being in a fresh-water pond swimming with unknown creepy crawly things lurking under the surface. Sta...
Roxie's Train Ride
Roxie's Train RideAs Roxie boarded The Scotia at Liverpool, the weather was a cool 50 degrees. She knew that she would miss her home, but she needed to find new challenges. She also knew it would be rough going in the new country of America, but she felt up to the challenge. They dropped anchor in the Hudson River, off Jersey City. She found a stenography and typing job in Jersey City. Her apartment rent was $9、50 a month. Even though it was on the fourth floor, she didn't mind because the stairs were good exercise. During her years in New Jersey, she acquired a decent wardrobe. Since she coul...
A Fantasy Foreign
I wish for a fantasy. And so it goes…In a far distant land, I find myself lost. What I search for, I do not know. Where I have been will remain a mystery. The air has electricity. Therwww.onedoor.cce is much the same that is familiar, only nothing seems domestic. This is foreign land. I find myself walking amongst some bushes and so I extend my palm to them, welcoming a new experience. What I find is consistent surprise. It appears as even the clouds are new to me, though surely clouds are the same everywhere. This place, as the clouds, is an expanse. Searching for one hundred years would not exhaust all th...
The Cloak
The cloakMy father had loved the cloak. His grandfather had passed it to him and my father passed it to me and now I no longer have it. The cloak was a beautiful garment of velvet lined with wool, which made it warm, with a hood which could cover the entire face. It could wrap around your body with ease.It was given to my grandfather by a young woman whom he rescued from some wolves. They had injured her, severely biting her arms and thighs. My grandfather fought off the wolves and tended to her injuries. She lived in the forest, she said, and had been born there, raised by the forest elves. T...