Stacey's Journey_The Seamstress_Through the Tower_Dirty Laundry of Time
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Stacey's Journey
“………..the jewelry has never been found. Its’ value today is approx. $5 million”, the news reader droned.Sighing, Stacey picked up the television remote and, ignoring the sticky spot caused by a drop of soft drink, turned the television off. Stretching her arms above her head she looked around the room, noting the cracks in the wall near the ceiling and the peeling paint exposing the red bricks underneath.It was very quiet now . She could hear a car or two driving along the main road, a few streets away, and a distant plane flying over the nearby hills as it approached the airport, trying to la...
The Seamstress
My name is Joe. I’m not sure I still have an actual identity, so telling people my name achieves nothing but overwhelming sadness. No one has cared for years. Maybe I’ve simply had an unusually long streak of bad luck… or maybe to our vast universe, I’ve slipped through the cracks and have been forgotten. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly, no matter how much effort one puts into creating a comfortable life for themselves, it can slip away faster than holding water in your grasp. I’ve never known a time in my life where things came easily. Looking back however, I’d take any other time per...
Through the Tower
My fingers, arms, face, and body broke the calm blue surface of the pond. Cold water splashed high above me. Two seconds later I felt another splash as my sister dove in after me. We rose to the surface laughing and catching our breath.“Race you to the statue!” I said, going back under and speeding through the water towards the center of our backyard pond. Just before nearly smashing into the false door of the tower, I abruptly stopped pushing forward to tread water instead. The water swished around my back and legs as Elizabeth caught up to me.I resurfaced a few seconds before she did. “Eliza...
Dirty Laundry of Time
I hate doing laundry.One time is okay, takes like ten minutes. But then in two days, www.onedoor.ccit starts all over. It’ll be that way unto death. I wonder how many laundry baskets I’ll vanquish before then…I can’t go on like this. I have better things to do. A concerto to write, children to raise. Oh that’s right, my children are all gone…I hate silence. It’s always so silent when folding laundry. I’d rather die than fold another sock.I need help. Honestly, my whole life has become as predictable and dull as folding laundry. Maybe if I can find joy in the simplest of tasks, I can begin to find happiness ...