Invisible Threads_I don't want no Scrubs.....Hospital Scrubs, that is._Can Things Change?_THANKS
Catalog Guide:
Invisible Threads
I lost my brother. People usually mean death when they say that, but I had no reason to believe my brother was actually dead. When I began looking for him, I couldn’t remember how long it had been since that one afternoon, when after years of absence, I had met him at his workplace- a Ford dealership in rural upstate New York. After, we back to his apartment for a dinner of take-out pizza. We talked- laughed even- for hours, all the while careful to keep the past in its hiding place. After that brief meeting, I wrote him, maybe once or twice. I also remember sending him a gift of artisanal be...
I don't want no Scrubs.....Hospital Scrubs, that is.
I had already woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, or late morning I should say. Groggy and sleepy eyed, I creep out of bed slowly as I sluggishly make my way down the hall and begin my mid morning routine. I started the coffee pot, just as I do every single day at this same time. While the sweet aroma of my vanilla bean coffee saturated the air around me, I fumble around in the cabinets and pull out my favorite coffee mug; the one I had bought at one of the campgrounds that I adore so much. I favor this cup greatly, even with the tiny chip on the lip of the mug....I still choos...
Can Things Change?
"Pain will be your final convincer."I've heard it so many times. They say the truth is unspoken. I thought it must not be true, then. They say that, too. That I don't want it to be true. Can you really hear some things and not others?I stare at the bottle. Now, it looks like poison. Now, I feel like dying. Like I'm dying.I want to go back. Back to when I felt like living. Like I was living. That same bottle used to make me feel... And now? Won. Numb. None. Can you really feel nothing at all?I sitwww.onedoor.cc up, and the world stands. But just as suddenly, it falls. And me, under its thumb. High, low, ligh...
THANKS A LOT!
“Thanks a lot, Mr. Fawley.” “Come in and sit down, Wheeler. Sarcasm was never your strong suit. So tell me, what’s on your mind?” “It’s these briefs, sir. Why can’t Clarkson file them? We worked on them together. He knows what needs to be done as well as I do.” “Clarkson’s busy performing legal research for the firm. So, no, he can’t go, nor can I spare anyone else. Listen, Wheeler, you’re filing. That’s the end of it!”Wheeler leaned forward in his chair.“Mr. Fawley, my marriage is in trouble. My wife, Marion, believes work takes up too much of my time. She feels I don’t spend enough time w...