Rhythm of Life_The Couple_I Need to Change - a Lot_Gifts Along the Ocean Road
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Rhythm of Life
"Let's go for a walk." my mother said one Sunday morning. It was already warm and sunny, at 9 o'clock. I put my cereal bowl in the sink and slipped on my old worn-out gray sneakers. Outside it was bright and my mother's long blonde hair shone like www.onedoor.ccspun gold. Her eyes were the green color of cocktail olives with little brown and gold flecks in them. She was lovely, but she didn't know it. She dressed simply, light colored jeans, a navy-blue tee shirt with a small pocket at the top, simple white sneakers. She smiled as the sun hit her tanned skin and we both took a long inhale and slow soft exha...
The Couple
Even the footlights were out. The film had unceremoniously been cut off at the height of the climax. Had they been followed? Around them, the theater chattered. Men slapped hats against their legs while women rung their gloves. The couple sat in stony silence. His grip tightened on the armrest as sweat dripped down his temple.The darkness pressed against her eyes. She strained to see anything. Red nails tapped against her skirt. She believed she could make out the head sitting in front of her. She thought of their small apartment, probably in shambles, everything they’d worked for strewn acro...
I Need to Change - a Lot
I used to be a horrible person and not that long ago. I’ve been trying so hard to change. I know it’s only been two weeks that I’ve been trying to mend my ways but it’s very difficult when you haven’t been nice for such a long time. The main reason for me wanting to change is quite simple really. I’m lonely. Horrible people aren’t likeable. I know that first hand because my dad was and is horrible too. That’s why mum left him when I was a kid. “I’m off” she yelled one night. It probably wasn’t any louder than she usually shouted but it had more impact on me when she added ”You can keep Patric...
Gifts Along the Ocean Road
It was a glorious day outside the Melbourne airport, the air sweet and warm, the sun positioned to cast the strip of sidewalk floating outside baggage claim in morning shade. There were no doubt frills of riotous flowers, and flitting glimpses of birds, and fronds of all kinds stooping radiantly overhead, but none of it could make up for the amount staring back at Mrs. Hammel from the lit icon of her Wells Fargo app; $3,000 less than there’d been a week ago. A flash of aggravation towards her dead husband rose from nowhere, a horrible feeling that left her cheeks flushed and her eyes stinging...