Secret Santa: A Change of Plans_I belong to Glasgow_Ernst & Ebba_A New Tail
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Secret Santa: A Change of Plans
Being invisible means nobody will notice when I’m gone. My absence will not pose a difference in anyone’s vision, because they didn’t see me in the first place. And since my dad passed away last summer, I have been invisible to everyone. I wasn’t planning on departing this mortal coil with any fanfare. Just a couple bottles of wine and a bottle of sleeping pills on Christmas day. I’ve worked at Tepple & Weinstraub Property Management for five years. The office of 40 people has very little turnover, so I’ve known almost all of these people for five years. Jay Hampton (Owner & CEO) i...
I belong to Glasgow
When I visit my birthplace, my stomach simultaneously churns with excitement and dread. 'Glasgow' is the word I always give my English students to define the word juxtaposition. It never ceases to make me smile when I read out the description from the dictionary, 'the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect'. Glasgow is defined by its past and present and the image it portrays to the rest of the world. Gritty, warm and honest.There has been no planning with this trip, deciding only to come at the last minute, afraid to commit. Last-minute accommodation al...
Ernst & Ebba
“I just wanted to say, it’s been a real pleasure working with you Ernst.” The man grabbed Ernst’s hand in his and shook vigorously, maintaining eye contact the whole way through. He looked all of his 22 years, poured into and spilling over the bounds of his too tight suit jacket, highlighted with a salmon pocket square. Why the young man had felt the need to dress up in this collection of work colleagues, Ernst had no idea. He had walked over from the factory, wearing the same clothes to this event that he had worn to work, the same clothes he’d worn every day. Ernst acknowledged the statemen...
A New Tail
I look at the fluffy monster, crouched in the corner of the room. “Why? Billie?” I ask my wife. “Why do we need another cat?” Its tail flicks as it watches me, as if it knows I’m threatening to send it back to the streets. “In case Genzo gets lonely when we’re out.” She knows I’m annoyed so she’s doing the puss in boots eyes and hiding behind our adorable baby daughter. “Where is the ginger tom formerly known as Toby?” I ask Billie, formerly Billie Watanabe. She frowns, long bored of me moaning that she changed our cat’s name. “He’s in the bedroom, I...