A Talk in Tulsa_A Day of Lark_The County River_Circle of Cedars: A Neighborhood Tale
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A Talk in Tulsa
Mom’s eyes are popping out. “I wish you were never born,” she’s screaming, “If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be stuck here.” Maybe she’s mad I messed up on stage. Maybe she’s mad we’re in Tulsa, I don’t know. Sometimes when I make mistakes she hugs me and tells me how much she loves me, so it's hard to tell.“Get out!” she says, and then takes her angry look up another level. I back up toward the hotel room door. My neck and legs are trembling uncontrollably. I can’t think of anything to say and go into the hallway to give her space to cool off. There's a clunk-clunk sound. The door is now locke...
A Day of Lark
"Twas the night before Christmas, And you know the rest, Hence why I am here standing In this frilly-silly vest!"At first glance, one would assume that Charlie Lark was drunk, but he hadn't even sipped once from the wine glass; the full cup teetered and tottered wherever his hand swayed, but not one drop spilled out. The red liquid danced with its partner, the lanky bookkeeper who was reluctantly chosen to give a speech to the rest of the employees. His khaki slacks flapped as well, being a size bigger than his waist and legs with the brown leather belt being the only thing keeping them o...
The County River
The plane door opened. The hot air outside hit me in the face. “Thank God, Unkle Luke is dead. No one could stand the fireplace in this heat…”My cousin was waiting for me at the exit. We hugged.“My condolences cousin. Sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral, but…”“Don't be stupid” she told me.On the way home, we were silent. ‘The funny thing about living abroad, is that sad news lose momentum. One misses the everyday friction with the loved ones. You don’t fall easy anymore. You can’t afford the pain of crying alone some thousands of miles away. Experience teaches one to be calm and anticipate...
Circle of Cedars: A Neighborhood Tale
Cedar trees that grow close together become joined at the top, Max heard. That is why when some get cut down, others around them become vulnerable to high winds. When his people had first come from California, the trees were dense in his yard. But his family had cleared the land and filled in the landscape. High winds followed, uprooting more of the trees and leaving a sad, scraggly terrain—open and ugly, not richly textured as it once had been. At least in the center of the circle that all the homes on the cul-de-sac www.onedoor.ccshared, the trees were still intact. That circle was the meeting place for ...