Something They Never Told Me_A NEW TOWN POTION_The Camel_Boxed
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Something They Never Told Me
Something They’d Never Told MeThere’d been an accident on the motorway, and I was even later than I thought I’d be. Sunday lunch was sacrosanct and if we didn’t make it on time, boy did Mum give us a thrashing. A verbal beating, I mean, because Mum, a tiny wisp of a woman, couldn’t even kill a fly, unless she talked it to death. Now in her late fifties with hair that was starting to turn gray, she was still formidable. She’d always run a tight household fueled by strong words, but we all knew that her strictness belied a heart that was as soft as the gooey centers of her Sunday meringues. “Sor...
A NEW TOWN POTION
The move to a new town is always exciting. Meeting new people, seeing new sights and eating in completely new restaurants just to name a few of things.Mark and Cindy arrived in southern Illinois in the spring of 2015 but it wasn’t without some difficulty.They had wanted to move closer to their grandkids who lived in central Illinois but the house search took Mark and Cindy farther south than they really wanted to be. It was getting more affordable the further south they went. Weather got nasty with thunder, lightning and flooding the further they drove and after a flat tire change with 60-70mp...
The Camel
“Hey don’t drink it all!” The camel blinked and stared at me. I wasn’t sure how to answer the animal. I raised the bottle back to my lips.“Save a little for later!”By this time I’m drunk. I’m sure of it. It’s the only way I can explain a camel asking me questions in a bar. Wait a minute…“You’re not in a bar. You’re in a “barn”. A twinwww.onedoor.ccge of panic courses through my veins. “Are you narrating your thoughts?”Sheer bloody panic mode. I need to get out of here. The camel grabs the bottle out of my hand with its mouth. It places the bottle on the ground and flips the cap on with its snout. “Just save...
Boxed
Doran was a latchkey kid before it became popular, walking alone to and from school as though danger didn’t follow her everywhere. An only child, she grew accustomed to herself quickly. By the age of seven, many of her summer afternoons were spent twirling in circles until her brain became muddled with thoughts of her existence and who she truly was underneath her skin and bones. The dizzying thoughts she felt separate from her tiny body were a relief from feeling lonely. Always wanting to connect with what was inside, Doran embraced uncomfortable emotions, wondering if her soul was reaching...