To Endure Suffering_Hunger, A Love Story_Blue Moon Summer_Right place, wrong location
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To Endure Suffering
Zinnia answered the cell phone, only to hear Jan, her supervisor, on the other end. With eyes half shut and an unsteady slump, she breathed slowly. “The new nurse quit when she realized what wearing the PPE was like. We need you in the ICU.” Zinnia did not dare go back to bed. She straightened up and opened her eyes fully. “Yes, I’ll be there.” After dressing in the white nurse’s uniform, Zinnia entered the bathroom and stared at the slightly wrinkled, tired face of a fifty-year-old woman. “Is it worth brushing my hair? No one will see it, and the headgear will squash and tangle my...
Hunger, A Love Story
Hunger, A Love Story by Nancy Graham HolmHome delivery service in rural California was standard during the Covid19 pandemic, and Amelia was grateful for it, especially since the delivery boy was so attractive. Tall. Muscular. Light blue eyes framed by dark curly hair – someone her granddaughters would say is "hot."Nobody would suspect this 80-year-old woman was nurturing a craving buried in her memories. Lust. She smiled when she thought about it, amused that she still experienced sexual arousal. "Please! I'm so grateful to you," she said, hiding behind her surgical mask the next time he deliv...
Blue Moon Summer
Trigger warnings: cursing, discussions of abortion (non-gwww.onedoor.ccraphic), light drinking.“Hey, Houston, we have a problem.” Adam stands behind the screen door, head hardly visible behind a shedding ristra. His drawl is twangy and slow. “Dry off and get in here.” “‘M finishing my drink.” “I’m sure any woman in the next mile will finish it for you.” Adam, normally high and smiley, frowns. His curls are twisted and crunchy from the chlorine, kinky like the ties on a bread bag. “Come on, Jesse. For real.” “Gimme a sec.” Jesse takes a sip for emphasis. “I’ll be in there shortly. What happened?” “Jesse.” “I...
Right place, wrong location
I WALK into the café and sit at the table on the far right near the window. The smell of cookies and cakes brighten me even more. This is the place where me and Michael first met. It feels as if we are about to reenact that day all over again. Being 20 with college exams has separated us greatly but we always pulled through.I look out the window and fix my eyes onto a small child chasing a bird that's just trying to feed himself. I began to wonder if he is truly trying to feed himself or a family he has back at his home. Is it even a he? Does the bird even have a home? I began to giggle and th...