Recluse_THE RED TRUNK_Behind The Curtains_Twenty-Four Years
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Recluse
‘It was so lucky we were able to post bail,’ mother says pushing against the police station’s glass door, and I follow behind her, ‘considering your brother’s situation.’ Tommy, my younger brother, was born with a hereditary condition which limits his mobility. He sees a physical therapist two or three times a week depending on how much money there is. You can imagine how that puts a serious financial strain on a part time piano instructor. Her only relief is looking forward to the small pension check of my late father. She is stretched between taking care of Tommy, and teaching piano to the ...
THE RED TRUNK
THE RED TRUNKSomu lived with his wife Rani and his father, Brijmohan in Kanpur. Brijmohan was a true patriarch who took pride in taking all the decisions for his household. He was a widower, having lost his wife, few years ago, to a life-threatening disease . Somu’s wife Rani was three months pregnant.Brijmohan had a small factory of leather goods which made belts, wallets, purses etc. He sold them in the nearby town. All his efforts to make Somu help him in the factory, went in vain.“Why don’t you help me instead of loitering about here and there and wasting your time? You useless scoundrel.”...
Behind The Curtains
He ruffled his hair, brushing it to the side. The pink tips he had dyed yesterday made his soft, tan skin stand out. His green eyes sparkled in the lamp light by his mirror. "Alright I'm done" Cam stated. "Alright, come on, we don't want to be late to the show" Rachel urged, grabbing his hand. She dragged him down the polished wooden stair case of his house and out the front door. The autumn air hit them as soon as they stepped foot onto the front porch. The sky was starting to dim, as Rachel www.onedoor.ccunlocked her car. They both got in, thankful for the warmth the car was radiating. The drive wasn't lo...
Twenty-Four Years
Twenty-Four YearsBy: Mackenzie HebnerIt’d been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. I suppose that is how death works after all. Six feet under always stays at six feet, neatly chiseled stone stands tall with its tell-all engravings, grass grows and is cut in routine motion, and flowers fade but the colorless stems still rest as visual aids for what once was. It was another life back then. They were young, passionate, and invincible. Traipsing through the days fueled only by the whims of young adult life, of the endless possibilities that seemed t...