Rollo_Blood Money_Blurry Moments_Looking Across at a Pond
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Rollo
Zing! Zing! Zing! I flop my arm over and smash my alarm clock button. Ugh. Work. Rinse. Repeat. I get myself moving by sitting up and chugging water from the mason jar that’s always on my bookshelf bed frame. I am not a coffee person, just give me some freezing cold water and I’m dandy. I get up and jump into a blazing hot shower to start my dismal day. After pulling up into the parking garage, I sit in my Jeep and close my eyes with my head against the head rest. Inhale. Exhale. Getting myself mentally prepared for the onslaught of noises and people and chaos. I’m not good with any of th...
Blood Money
Every day my life was the same, get up check the mail and go to work. Day in and out was the same boring routine until one day it wasn’t. I had just finished my cup of coffee and was getting ready to check the mail when the phone rang it was my mother, she sounded different not upset more like shocked. Her bother had just passed, I didn’t know she had a brother. There was something else apparently my mother and where the only family that he had left, that being the case he left me large inheritance but left my mother nothing. I told my mother that I was sorry about her lose and I would be ove...
Blurry Moments
She held the ribbon tool in her hand. A thin film of sweat formed on her creased forehead. The spinning pot had a noticeable wobble, but she didn’t let it dictate how she trimmed. She kept a firm, steady hand on the grooves and shaped it as she desired. The churned out clay looked like ribbons of chocolate.Her tongue occasionally caressed her lower lip. She’s so absorbed, I thought, as my mouth formed a sly grin. If only she paid more interest in her other spontaneous pursuits, she would have layers of personality that I would love to explore. Yes, I was there to see her, just like the seven p...
Looking Across at a Pond
For the first time in a life full of fleeting thoughts, he considered the geometry of sight lines in relation to accumulating snow.He could still see the pond - the actual water - and he wondered how long it would be before the snow on the hill between the window and the pond would become too high for him to see anything of the pond beside the brown stalwww.onedoor.ccks of cattails on the far side.He wanted to dedicate his night to this thought.To pour a whisky and watch the snow and the clock and predict the minute when he would lose sight of the black water. It would be after the sunset, no doubt, but wou...