Lessons From Home_Sally Shines at the Holidays_A Simple Question_Clad In Black
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Lessons From Home
It had been twenty-fours years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. How could that be? How could it look the same when viewed by eyes that had surely changed. In the years since she’d been here, she had grown. Grown up, grown tired, grown away from what she thought she would be.Coming here may have been a mistake. Without ever really thinking about it, a part of her had felt that seeing the old house would validate what her life had become. The opposite was true. It was a condemnation. The short grass, the ordered lilacs, the same porch swing. She realized...
Sally Shines at the Holidays
It was the 4th of July, and the Jones family was all gathered together to enjoy the fireworks celebrationswww.onedoor.cc. Aunt Clara suggested that they all plan a Jones family Christmas potluck at her house this year. It seemed that this year was going to be a little less special than it had in the past. This year will be a year since Grandma Jones had passed away. She was the glue that kept the family together. The one whose house they had always gathered to enjoy the holiday festivities. The one they all had such fond memories of. When the list was passed around for everyone to sign up for something to b...
A Simple Question
‘Hey, Nino!’A common voice breaks through my train of thoughts.‘Nino, are you listening?’ Felix whispers. ‘Let’s go into the city after the lecture.’While I’m still watching the professor, I answer:‘So, then tell me, what did you do this time?’Out of the corner of my eye I notice Felix turning around.‘I didn’t do anything!’ He reproachfully tries to defend himself. ‘It was just an unfortunate coincidence.’‘Yeah, whatever,’ I answer half-heartedly. Felix having relationship-problems wasn’t something new. Like they are riding roller coaster their relationship is a constant “Up-and-Down”. It bord...
Clad In Black
The nightly news at ten was always the cornerstone of my evening routine once my work was done. I'd pour myself a glass of my favorite whiskey and adorn it with exactly one cube of ice to help break the surface tension. My home was my castle and I loved to sit on my sofa with just enough dim lamp light to illuminate the various knickknacks I'd collected over the course of my shrouded endeavors. The setting was faultless and I wish I could have captured the image in a painting so that the atmosphere of that final night might last forever. There I sat, in complete bliss, as the preliminary porti...