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The Voiceless Song Bird
The old weathered bench in the backyard of my grandmother had been there as long as I can remember. I remember playing hide and seek with my sister and cousins with me hiding under the bench curled up in a ball thinking I had become invisible and nobody could see me. I imagine that is the feeling that my mom feels now, invisible. I sat down on the bench and gazed up at the tall plum tree that was right in front of the bench. My grandmother hated that tree. She hatewww.onedoor.ccd it mostly because the plums would fall on the ground and we would trample over them running around in the yard. She also hated th...
50-Meter Targets
“You wanna do something fun?” Jess asked.Knowing her tone, Ed replied. “Not really.”“Will you please finish unpacking the office for me today?”“It’s not like I’m doing anything else, babe.”“I still like having manners, Sarge.”1st Sergeant Edwin Lopez just retired from a 21-year career in the Army. His wife, Jessica took a job that landed them in Denver. Her high 6-figure salary made his choice to leave the Armed Forces that much easier. Their 3 kids also enjoyed having dad around a lot more. “Do you have the paperwork completed for the kids’ enrollment?” He smiled, “Yup.” She was letting go...
A Heart Full Of Love
My family and I live in the house that once belonged to my elderly Uncle Arthur. Somehow, it was left to me. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe, my uncle knew that no one else would want this old relic of days gone by. Or maybe he understood that my generation preferred the fast paced excitement of the big city, to the peace and quiet of the country. Maybe he knew that no one would appreciate the sentimental value of the house, and would just sell it for the fortune that it was worth in today’s market. Or maybe my uncle knew me better than I knew myself. The house was large, with a second floor ...
Southern Comfort and the Kindness of Strangers
(Warning: contains spoilers for A Streetcar Named Desire and The Glass Menagerie.)She stands proud and defiant, glass in hand. The tiara on her head sparkling, eyes burning with feverish gaiety. The stage lights blind her but that's the price you pay to dazzle. Though she can't see them, she feels the audience holding on to her every word, her every breath: the kind of communion you'd damn your soul for. She plays them like an instrument, modulating her performance on their response. It's like swimming every night on a constantly changing sea that will take you to safe shores if it doesn't dro...