No Strings Attached_Nosebleed and a drink._Carol Alone_Knight In Shining Skis
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No Strings Attached
Lee fills the picnic basket with more small goods than they can possibly eat in an afternoon: a truffle-spiked duck liver parfait, olives stuffed with Spanish anchovies, venison salami, imported Brie, oat crackers, and chocolate chip cookies. He takes a chilled bottled of Chardonnay, one he'd set aside for a special occasion, and places it in the wicker picnic basket loaned to him by his boss Helen.He changes the sheets, vacuums the carpet, scrubs the toilet, removes stray hairs from the bathroom sink, waters his houseplant and empties the dishwasher. He cleans himself, shaves, washes his hai...
Nosebleed and a drink.
"Are you coming out tonight", my brother asks me. I lift my eyes from the phone's screen, and make contact with his eyes. "You do know, I'm not much of a going out person right", I respond to him. My brother shuns at my response, and says, "the better question I should be asking you, is are you coming out tonight, since she's going to be at the party too?" I quickly get up from my comfortable position on my bed, and ask my brother, "wait she's going to be there too? Like legit, and you're not just messing with me?" My brother gives me an annoyed chuckle and smile. "You've got forty minutes t...
Carol Alone
There’s no easy way to say this – I think I’m dead. I know I tend to be a pessimist – glass half empty or whatever – but I do think that I’ve passed on to the other side. It’s because I’m having difficulty moving my legs. I’m trying to move my left leg and then my right leg but nothing doing – just not happening. Then again, maybe I’m just paralyzed – that’s seeing the glass half full, isn’t it? Perhaps I’m morphing into becoming an optimist. That would be a switch after my 50 plus years on the planet. They say that you come into the world with certain attributes, characteristics, things that ...
Knight In Shining Skis
Everywhere I looked, there was snow. A minute ago, I had the warm sun on me, defrosting my frozen limbs. I was going down the slope way too fast; sweat poured down my face, pooling in my neck warmer. Breathe! The voice in my head screamed at me. I tried to move my body, but I felt like a freezer-burnt popsicle stuck to an icy surface. When things couldn’t get any worse, my ski poles flew from my hands. I waved my arms in the air trying to keep my balance, but I couldn’t. I fell, hard, landing on my stomach. I started to roll, turning into a big ball of snow. Loose twigs and rocks collected aro...