Dreaming Reality_The Girl Who Played the Giuoco Pianissimo_Drifting Through Powder_Glitches in Reali
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Dreaming Reality
Greg and his family are at an ice-cream place. Mary, Greg's daughter, and his eldest child, is the first one to order, "I'll have a chicken-flavored potato chip and roasted pig combo please.""Alright," the waitress replies, "what about you?", she asks Nick, Greg's sowww.onedoor.ccn."I'll have a...", he thinks about it, "a...""He'll have a pickle and pineapple duo. It's his favorite." says Nita, Greg's wife."And what about you, mam?""Are you out of worm-flavor?" Nita asks."No." the waitress replies"Okay, I'll have that," she says, "Oh, and one more thing...put it in a human skin cone.""NITA!" her husband yel...
The Girl Who Played the Giuoco Pianissimo
February 3, 2021 I will die in this house and no one will be here to see it. The thought comforts me. **************************** “You smoke too much,” Ash said, eyeing the full ashtrays in the living area. He plopped himself down on the sofa and waited for Portia to finish what she was doing. Portia took off her headphones and leaned back against the back of her chair, stretching, and rubbing her neck. She refilled her glass and drank deeply before moving to a chair opposite her brother. “You also drink too much,” he added. “I smoke the perfect amount of cigs and I drink the perfect amount o...
Drifting Through Powder
While the rest of the winter sports enthusiasts shuffle toward the mountain’s base, I crunch my boots in the opposite direction. He won’t follow me after our little spat, not with five inches of fresh powder on the slopes. The morning’s first tracks are too important to him. A bus rolls by, pebbles crunching under the tires. The outside racks hold over a dozen sets of skis and snowboards. While the bus slows, brakes squeaking, I continue to put distance between myself and the buzzing energy near the mountain. A quarter-size snowflake drifts down and lands on my eyelash. I shudder into my coat,...
Glitches in Reality
The click-clack click-clack of the light rail slowed while the power went out in the city, one grid after another. Inside the train car a woman screamed."Is there a priest in here?" a man next to the woman called out.At the other side of the crowded light rail car Deacon Larry Frank looked over and started to stand."This lady needs a priest!"Larry, dressed in civilian clothes and carrying a grocery bag, made his way over. "I'm a deacon," he said. "Does she need a doctor?"The light rail was still moving, coasting along in the darkness."Does it look like she needs a doctor?"The woman was neithe...