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Daylight Saving Time
DAYLIGHT SAVING TIMERene Collier I always get confused every time I have to change the clocks in spring and winter. Let’s see, spring forward, fall backward. I do get used to it eventually, but not Rufus, my dog. He still wants his dinner at his normal time, which isn’t normal anymore. It will be in six months’ time or so before he will be eating again at his normal time. But in the meantime, Rufus will be bothering me at his eight o’clock A.M. which is for now my nine o’clock. But being a creature of sun time, he’s not interested in what the clock says at any time. Reluctantly, I b...
The Grey Day
The Grey Dayby Robin Lynne MeletThe night was peaceful, so I thought. I thought life would go on as it was without interruption. I prayed, “Dear God, our world needs you, Lord,” as I set my alarm ahead one hour. The “rat race” I was so annoyed with was about to change, unbeknownst to me. I was tired. Tired of people driving in a hurry to get to anywhere. I was tired of people driving closely behind me so they could bully me while www.onedoor.ccin their cars. Even I was in a race with time. I just wanted more time without feeling hurried. I was so tired of people and our society as it was. So many people wer...
Calyptus
In the backyard of her grandparent's house at 76 Bayside Drive, Bottlebrush Beach there was a small shed. A passionfruit vine thickly covered three of the walls and a loop of the vine hung low over the doorframe, like a loose strand of hair, stopping the door from closing completely. The sea air had rusted the hinges so that every time the door was bumped it would wail like an alarm. Allegra wasn’t allowed in the shed, but she didn't know why. Sometimes she would see her cousin Harrison come out, but whenever she asked him what he was doing he would turn his nose up and away from her and trot ...
Q-tip
It started with a q-tip. It sounds stupid now, but I genuinely thought it would be the way to get back at my shitty landlord. Keep dropping used q-tips down the hole and once my lease was up and I was out, it would be their problem. She did keep telling me she’d tear the house down the moment I was gone. Something about opportunities for apartments, I guess.The hole wasn’t big, maybe an inch or two across, but it seemed deep. Probably was a bubble in the concrete that wasn’t caught in construction, I reasoned. It did rest in the corner of my bathroom, and the poorly placed tile wasn’t urging m...