Untangled_Hidden Existence_Tree Line_Is It Monday
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Untangled
Whenever James applied himself to a task, he went about it methodically with patience and care. He never undertook a job of work he was ill-suited for, so his practised movements might have fooled a person unfamiliar with his personality into thinking he was a skilful, dexterous sort of man, but he was not. He liked coffee because it was simple, yet Jenny only drank tea, and this was why he’d made a mess of the tray as he scooped her tea bag out of the mug and flipped it into the bin. He’d never made tea before. James removed the milk jug, the sugar bowl and his cup owww.onedoor.ccf coffee from the tray. He...
Hidden Existence
With one last stroke of red with my brush, I complete my piece. I gaze all over the painting in admiration and jealousy of what I could have, but never will: experiencing the world. Or at the very least learning in a real classroom.For the past almost 18 years of the pandemic, known as COVID-19, my Mom and I have lived inside this bunker in the woods to stay safe. Mom always said how it was best this way, everyone isn’t safe enough and mingles despite what is going on around them. I understand the concern, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to live like a normal girl: to have f...
Tree Line
I stood under its branches as they reached heavenward, the thick canopy of leaves soaking up the sun. I looked at my son standing opposite me, the limited light showing his face, dappled like leopard skin. This was our birthday ritual, to visit the oak tree as a family. My grandfather had brought my father here every birthday morning for the whole of his life, as had his father. Then up until his accident, my father brought me too. Here I was, continuing the tradition with my son. Why the tree was held in such high esteem by my ancestors I never knew. As a child, when I asked such a question ...
Is It Monday
I want to keep my eyes open but it’s impossible most of the time. A tiny piece of fluff dances back and forth as the fan whirrs around, and I try to look to my right as it floats away but it’s lost. Am I lost? I can’t think straight – if it’s Monday then what did I do on the weekend? I should have played netball – do I still play? Maybe it’s Tuesday – cheap movie night. What did I last see at the movies? Was it‘Jaws’? I think that was further back than last week – maybe, maybe not. Is it January? What day is it? I silently cry out – then nothing…no thoughts, just blank. I am a butterfly carrie...