Dreams of Living_It's Sweet_Final Sanctuary_Memories of home
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Dreams of Living
Sal’s Diner stuck out of the desert like an ice cream cone discarded on the beach. A ragged border where asphalt met sand marked three sides of the lot. The fourth side joined the interstate. Two ancient gas pumps faced the road, nauseous with rust. Inside, 50s and 60s memorabilia cluttered the walls, and the jukebox played non-stop rock and roll. A sign behind the bar advertised ‘Real American Lemonade’. Sal, the owner, was full of wild ideas. One of his more outlandish schemewww.onedoor.ccs had the employees on roller skates while they waited tables. That lasted all of a week and a half before the entire ...
It's Sweet
"I think it's sweet." peyton said suddenly out of the blue. "what is?!" I asked anxiously and curiously. "that your family takes care of the apple orchard in town." He answered while examining a pink lady apple. "oh." I let my shoulders drop in disappointment. We continued picking apples quietly for a bit, but then I had the urge to break the silence. "I am thankful really.""who said you weren't?" silence. "you must think this is funny don't you?""what's there to laugh at? you love apples.""yes but not more than I love baking.'' Peyton then looked at me and smirked. "what?" I narrowed my eyes ...
Final Sanctuary
Final SanctuaryI began looking for something special, something that I didn’t even understand, when I was a small child. My parents were not happy together, my father drank, and my mother suffered, and I sought refuge from their misery. You could find me in the hall closet, burrowed in the nest of fallen coats, attempting to hide in the solitude of the dark, cramped space. Or in the cellar among the damp smells or one of the trees that lined our property. It remained the same until I left home, me seeking shelter from their misery and failed lives. I spent most of my life in the same pursuit, ...
Memories of home
I could not reach for my phone to turn the alarm off which was mounted between the pillows of my bed. Feeling lethargic because I stayed up too late last night due to the pain in my stomach I let myself lay down.I was 6 months pregnant with a boy.Forcing myself out of bed, I reminded myself of the fact that I needed to feed my 5 year old child, who was already sitting in the living room and watching her American shows. Her name was Maria; we had chosen to give her a European name. My husband Ben had been working a night shift and I expected him home soon.After having a shower and completing ...