City lights_A Year of Voicemail_Crossroads_Goodbye to Turning Tables
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City lights
The rooftop of my apartment building at 1 a.m. was my favorite place to be and my favorite time to be there. The bright lights of the city shine like yellow diamonds against dark buildings that caught reflective shadows and shared them eerily with the world around them. Although I loved living in the city, I hated city life. The noise, the people, the hurriedness of humans who always seemed to shove their way through every crowded street. No one made eye contact, or if they did, it was to look at you like you were despicable or contagious. Maybe both. I couldn’t help that I was different. ...
A Year of Voicemail
Okay. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I said I would do it on the first day of spring. I have to at least try. If no one answers, then no one answers. But if there is an answer … This is why I have to try. I glance at the calendar, hoping that it is not March 19th, that somehow it still says March 18th. Or a year ago, before I even had good reason to do this at the start of every season. Today’s calendar card reads loud and clear. March 19th, 2020. I sigh. Well, I said I would do it today. I did not say when. No. Best to get it over with. I have to try. So I dig out the phone. With shak...
Crossroads
Crossroads The window that I had sometimes looked out of for years, while constantly dreaming of a life beyond the hill our apartment stood on, faced a crossroads. Before today, it never held any special significance for me—well, not in the way Mom saw it. But today, I thought I saw a shade of what Mom had found mesmerizing about the crossroads when she used to stare out of the window for hours and hours, and I, in turn, stared at her. Mom saw in the crossroads a microcosm of life. She thought that she could see lives overlapping and intersecting, or intermingling like the thread-like tribut...
Goodbye to Turning Tables
“...Last, and definitely not least, everyone please give a warm thank you to the beautiful, intelligent Bella Howard. Honestly speaking, I would not be half the man I am now if it was not for her. I love you, Bella….” I bite my lip as I hear him say those words, slumping into a fantasy. I love you too, I reply in my head. “Bella! Bella!” I snap back into reality, as his green eyes gaze at me from afar. “What do you think of my speech, for tomorrow night?” Eli replies standing on thwww.onedoor.cce couch, acting as his stage.“I love it! And I know they will too,” I lie, not hearing a single word passed ‘I lo...