Apple Weekend_Hero_A Locket's Lifetime_The Last Reunion
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Apple Weekend
He opened the car door for me, just as he had on this day for the last 30 years. This time though, it was different. It was out of obligation, not chivalry. We made our way through the windy, hilly roads of the countryside. The trees exploded into fiery hues of yellow, orange and red. They burned hot, like our passion once did. Soon all of those beautiful leaves will be brown and on the ground, kinda like our marriage is now. I secretly wished they were already on the ground. The world is ugly, it should look ugly too. Today, we take our annual trip to the apple orchard. Tomorrow, I bake. Pies...
Hero
Pappy died on a Sunday morning in September, and by Wednesday, Mama’d buried him in the little graveyard on the south side of the property like he’d wanted. Everybody expected it. Pappy’d had the bad kind of cancer; the one that gets you fast and spreads everywhere and then it’s too late. He hung on for a bit, probably for Mama’s sake, but towards the end when Mama stopped fussin’ at him and jumpin’ around the house like a fart in a mitten, he musta felt at peace enough to let go.It’s late Friday night when I finally get here, and I’m greeted with a sinkful of empty casserole pans, a near-emp...
A Locket's Lifetime
As the sun made the horizon its bed in the distance, its golden tendrils stretching out over the trees and buildings as if it was trying to hold onto the daytime for just a bit longer, the grandmother smiled faintly. She could never tire of this sight, gold-dipped sunsets that she could observe from her porch.She was sitting in her rocking chair, ever the cliché, and she held her locket to her chest as if to say, Can you see it dear? Can you see how the sky bends to make way for you?As the sky dimmed inevitably and the cool air of dusk filtered in, the grandmother heard her front door open pa...
The Last Reunion
The huge glass-walled room darkened as the last remains of the sun vanished www.onedoor.ccbehind the spectral and desolate mountain ranges. The heavy, gray curtains, still undrawn, flew as the gentle evening breeze sneaked its way into the room from the half-closed windows.The long shelves packed tightly with documents, business contracts, and proposals stood still as ever. The computers on the high desks remained dead with black screens. In the corner of the room and across the mahogany table, a girl in her mid 20s remained gazing into the space in front of her-looking lost and lonely. Her dark flowing hai...