Don't go looking_My daiquiris at El Floridita_Haunted With Love_The Wedding Photo
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Don't go looking
TW: mention of suicide, violenceDon’t go lookiwww.onedoor.ccng. Don’t go looking. Don’t go looking.There were leaves on the ground that year in piles and drifts. They were brown and golden, red and amber, purple and still green. Why did the green leaves fall? It was not their time. Maybe they fell because they had to. They couldn’t be left all alone. The only leaves on a bare tree. Someone has to go before their time, I thought. We all must, perhaps.***Don’t go looking. There was my grandfather, rough and grizzled. The aches and pains had drawn the lines on his haggard face. There was a kindness about his p...
My daiquiris at El Floridita
I arrived hot and sweaty to the cocktail bar located on a corner of the famous Bishop Street in Old Havana, Cuba. I teleported to a surreal past just when I crossed the threshold of the door: rancid fashioned velvety curtains, baroque columns crudely repainted to conceal time deterioration and lack of funds for its restoration. These topped with a color coat so ordinary that it almost violated the eyes with their failed attempt to resemble a true gold leaf. The stale smell of more than two centuries ago made me think of luxuries before communism, years that brought thinkers and artists like Je...
Haunted With Love
“Did you hear that?” Bella asked her best friend and cousin, Ethel.“What?” I didn’t hear anything. Ethel said, wiping the sleep out of her eyes.“You can’t tell me that you didn’t hear that loud noise. It sounded like a big bang. Like someone was banging on the door.” “Bella, I honestly didn’t hear anything. I think that you are just creeped out because we are here.” Ethel respondedThe house on 1620 Josephina Avenue. Now sat empty with the exception of the girls being there now. It was once a home filled with love, laughter, family, friends and fun. Lot’s of fun was had at that house. There wer...
The Wedding Photo
Sarah couldn’t believe that her parents were gone. It seemed like it was all a nightmare. First the fire and then her parents passing away just days later. It didn’t seem real.She walked into what was left her house and looked around to see if there was anything salvageable. She started to tear up. Everything that she had worked so hard for was gone in a matter of hours. As she walked carefully around, her foot collided with a stack of picture frames. She knelt down and picked them up one at a time, examining them one by one. None of them were really recognizable.Except one.There was one o...