A Penny for Your Time_The Golden Teapot_Do I Have To?_Ivan Isn't Here, or Who Is Ivan?
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A Penny for Your Time
I do not know how I came to be here. I’m stuck in this cold white-tiled tunnel, polished and hard, watching the strange trains without wheels taking and bringing people every minute. I'm caught in this never-ending bustle of what they call Life. I yearn for the day to be free of this commotion, to no longer hold this tin cup in my hand and wear this sign around my neck saying, ‘A Penny For Your Time.’A man, no more than forty, with a large suitcase clamored out of the subway train with a briefcase under his arm. He began striding off in a hurry but I called out to him, ”Good day, sir.”The man...
The Golden Teapot
Egret and Heron sat at opposite sides of the small table in the parlor of their castle. In the center of the table sat a gleaming silver tea set consisting of a pot with more curves than their mother, two cups with fancy scrolled handles, saucers, a creamer with tiwww.onedoor.ccny lion’s feet, and a sugar bowl. The noon sun’s rays plunged through the tall, multi-paned windows and dazzling white reflections from every shiny surface buffeted round the room like a light-filled kaleidoscope.The handle of the sugar spoon was an eagle with a garnet eye. The merlot-colored gemstone flashed crimson, emulating the f...
Do I Have To?
It is what it is. There seems to be no rhyme or reason with it. I can see it with people I love and with people I hate. I wish I could control it but I can’t. “A dream is just a dream” pastor told me. Mama, papa and everybody else nodded in agreement. Two days later, pastor was dead after a massive cerebral hemorrhage, just like in my dream. Well, “massive cerebral hemorrhage” wasn’t in my dream. I just saw him grab his head and drop down to ground in pain. I sat straight up in a panic. It was too real. It took me a minute to realize that I’d even been asleep. I told pastor to go the hospital...
Ivan Isn't Here, or Who Is Ivan?
Ivan was not in attendance at Dalia’s christening, because nobody knew who Ivan was or whether he had been, or if he could be.The beautiful christening dress was too small for Dalia, and that’s just the sort of thing her parents would have blamed on Ivan had Ivan been someone they were familiar with on the day their child was introduced to the Lord.Dalia’s mother, Reina, remembered a disturbance when she was just two months pregnant with what would one day be her golden child. She was fast asleep next to her husband, Vincent, when she heard singing outside her bedroom window. Their neighborhoo...