Krasinsky_Dinner Theatre_Running on the Road of the Lost to the Road of the Found_The Black Out
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Krasinsky
Breathe.Concentrate.Inhale. Air enters the nostrils. The chest expands.Exhale.Air escapes. To the very end. All the way, to empty.Repeat the cycle. Living now.In and out. In and....An itch. Between my right temple and eye. A curiosity to be examined. Moment to moment, it crests. Disappears. Such things always go away. Saliva below my tongue, between lip and gum. I swallow, and reset my rhythm.In, and the chest expands. Out, and I deflate. In..."Motherfucker!"Who said that?"Uhhhh."Involuntary utterance — reflex. Provoked by extreme pain, unavoidable. It's okay. The rhythm can be reset. Pain ca...
Dinner Theatre
“You’re going to love this. I can guarantee it. My grilled cheese sandwiches are world famous. Once you take one bite, you know deep down, you’ve tasted the best-grilled cheese sandwich in the world.” “Sure Dad. Sure.” You had to give it to him. My dad didn’t have any illusions about being anything less than the best. He told me that anything and everything he did was ‘the best.’ Since my mom died two years ago, it was just me and Dad against the world. We had to learn how to do the laundry, run the vacuum, and properly load the dishwasher. But the worst was our diet. During those first few m...
Running on the Road of the Lost to the Road of the Found
"Are you going to sneak around my garage all night, or were you planning to break in?”Shit. I was being so careful. Now I’m standing in ankle deep snow, freezing.I hold my breath and slowly raise my hands.“I was just looking for a place to get out of the snow. I wasn’t going to steal anything, I swear.”www.onedoor.ccA flashlight beam shines around my shadow.“Turn around slowly.” He must be a cop or military. He’s gonna turn me in. “Yes, sir,” hoping to buy some leniency. A long silence. I hold my breath.He takes several long strides closer to me, shining the flashlight in my face; I close my eyes.“Lower ...
The Black Out
*CONTAINS POTENTIALLY SENSITIVE CONTENT - MENTAL HEALTH AND IMPLIED VIOLENCE*The light over the kitchen sink has been flickering sporadically for the past two hours, a storm brewing outside, teasing the electricity lines into the house. I have a flashlight on the table next to me and candles ready to be lit nearby. My phone is charging in case the power is out for days versus hours.I have a love-hate relationship with thunderstorms. I love to watch the lightning light up the sky, each bolt a brilliant flash like blinking neon. I appreciate their inpiduality, each one different from the one bef...