Studio Self_Barbacoa Float Life_Brian's Luck_Thursday Evening Strawberries
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Studio Self
Liam pulled his arm away when Caroline tried leading him into the room.“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” he muttered. “This will not help my confidence like you think it will.”Caroline sighed and sat down on the cold hallway floor. She motioned for him to sit across from her, lightly nudging his feet and legs with hers until they both sat with outstretched legs. The bottoms of their bare feet almost touching.“Do you regret choosing me to work with?” Liam asked shyly. “I'm sorry it's too late to find someone who’s not afraid to look himself in the eye.”Without speaking, Caroline looked to him and...
Barbacoa Float Life
"I'm full! Really!" I stopped on the boardwalk, my arms heavy with leftovers. A thermos with left over chicken noodle, not the good kind, and somewhere underneath the activewear jacket hung over from my mother's era, the straps of a Walmart salad bag, contents now slightly wilted, twisted around the two smallest fingers of my left hand, a local roaster's day-old espresso with a white layer bloom like chocolate gets when it sees moisture. And notebooks. Five or six notebooks with bits and bytes of data, some strains of old songs, right brain-freewriting exercises, a few snippets of ancient lett...
Brian's Luck
“Five, six, aaaand… seven,” said Jwww.onedoor.ccennifer, panting slightly. She stood straight for a moment, then pinched Brian's shirt sleeve for balance as her ear canals caused the world to twist.“What was that about?” said Brian, touching his arm lightly where her hand had been.“I forgot and touched that chair,” said Jennifer.“The rocking chair?” said Brian.Jennifer nodded solemnly.“Well, I mean, so what?” said Brian, looking up and down the Cracker Barrel stoop in case he had missed something. There were a multiplicity of small signs. “I’m pretty sure it’s what they’re there for.” “They’re for peop...
Thursday Evening Strawberries
It was a nicer Thursday this week than it had been the last. It wasn’t bright sunshine and perfect candyfloss clouds, but there were at least gaps in the slabs of grey in the sky that enabled tiny slices of deep blue to show through. It was the best they were going to get at the tail end of February, so they would appreciate it. It was at least not raining, which they also appreciated, and which enabled them to sit by the open doors and admire the view of the grey industrial buildings surrounding them. Again, not great, but they would appreciate it nonetheless.Leaving work at a reasonable time...