Ellie's Secret_Waiting For Twilight_Peace Meal_A Realization at 15,000 Feet
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Ellie's Secret
“So what if I kept it secret! It’s my secret to keep. How can she be mad at me for that?” I said into the phone as I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen where my Dad was making us breakfast. It was Sunday morning, and I was talking on the phone with Violet, my best friend since the first grade.“Come on, Ellie, you know that secrets tear apart friendships. You should have just told her,” Violet said.“It isn’t a big deal. Why is she making it a big deal?” I asked, frustrated with the whole situation.“It’s not every day that someone you know gets to be on a TV show. Nora is just m...
Waiting For Twilight
By the time I step outside, the leaves are on fire. Well, they might as well be. The wind comes alive and sends swirls of crimsons, oranges, yellows and golds dancing through the air like flames. A fitting description—for me, the cool, crisp autumn days are nothing short of hell.Suddenly, a thick, cool grey mass obscures my vision. I glare in frustration, trying to break through its dense, watery coat with a beam of warmth, but to no avail. My rays become faint and diluted, powerless against the heavy clumps that have built a seemingly everlasting empire in the sky.The day drags on, and I stru...
Peace Meal
Jamaal wondered why he spent hours preparing a meal for his father, who disowned him years ago? He sat at the kitchen table with eyes closed, rubbing the back of his neck.“Are you okay, Hon?” A pair of masculine fingers dug in and massaged his shoulders. Jamaal sighed. “Thanks, Babe. I needed that.” The men sat across from each other and held hands.. “Ted, why am I going through this?”“Because he’s your dad, and you haven’t seen him since your Mom passed. And being the man you are, you don’t want him to be alone on his fiftieth anniversary.”Jamaal smiled and squeezed Ted’s hand.“You kn...
A Realization at 15,000 Feet
A REALIZATION AT 15,000 FEETDecember, 1973At 15,000 feet, the encampment around Kibo Hut resembled a miners’ camp: three A-frame and two rectangular aluminum shacks dotted a bare, rwww.onedoor.ccocky hillside. Stu and I, as usual the first of our group, found bunks for three in one of the shacks, for us and the other four people in our party.Before dark, I sat outside on a boulder, fashioning a face mask out of two black socks—the socks stretched across my face, creating slits for my eyes in the space between the two socks. I hoped it would protect my skin and eyes from the ultraviolet rays of the high-al...