The Family Outside the Window_Heading Uptown_What the Heart Wants_Barn Doors
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The Family Outside the Window
Rosa Marie sat before her bedroom window staring out into the night sky. It brought her joy being able to observe the world outside from the comfort of her armchair. She wasn't one for interacting with the community with all its social dos and don'ts. No, instead she preferred to sit back and watch where she knew she was safe.As the sound of a clock striking midnight resounded from somewhere within the walls, Rosa Marie yawned and stretched. Before she could rise, however, a pair of headlights turned onto her street, their beam drawing her immediate attentwww.onedoor.ccion back to the window. She watched, ...
Heading Uptown
Heading UptownSophia wasn’t surprised. As usual the train was full as it pulled into 51st Street. Being an experienced subway rider, when the doors opened, she managed to position herself so that she could stand securely and hold on to the bar above her head. From where she was standing, she had at least a partial view of where Stavros was standing. She was sure he wouldn’t recognize her. The wig, sunglasses and the crowded train took care of that. The young man sitting directly in front of her continued to read his newspaper and avoid eye contact lest he feel like he should give up his seat....
What the Heart Wants
Momma thinks we all pack our things and go to Niagara Falls every year for July 4th just because we love her. Not saying I don’t love her. After all I still call her momma. But there’s no way in hell I’d drive my ass all the way up here from Wilmington North Carolina just to see my family and some water fall I’ve seen annually since my senior trip of high school. The same goes for my two sisters. My dad thinks we drive up here to make her happy, and also because he secretly loves us. I don’t like regurgitating basic family dynamics to people, but I did grow up in what I consider a southern tow...
Barn Doors
What do you do when you think you’ve lost your mind? There it is again. The doors are there again and now the footsteps behind the doors are ringing in my mind. I can’t make it stop. What is happening to me? Who or what is behind the doors? Someone please make it stop. Make the footsteps stop. I raise my hands and scream to the heavens in the sky to make the doors go away and the noise stop but it is useless. Nothing stops. It never does. The red door is on the right. The yellow door on the left. It is always the same. The doors are big and they remind me of the doors at my grandmother’s farm...