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Stalemate
He calls for the last time on a Sunday night in late September. His voice is soft and slurred, and before he asks I tell him that I’m not coming this time. But we both know it’s a lie. So I pull myself together as I have done many, many times before, and I drive through a chilly rain to our old spot. He’s already in our booth; ghostly, half asleep and tapping his lucky blue lighter against the Formica. “This is the last time,” I say as I slide across from him. “We’ll see.” His smile is still my undoing. “You look like hell.”“You look good.”“You need coffee.”“Nah.”“You need something.”“I’m ...
The Smell of Brushwood
A gigantic field of rapeseed encloses my view; it’s a vision of intense yellow opposed by a foul odor that arises from some withered blossoms. I don’t halt at this rich sight, because my lungs demand the freshness I was coming for and the rapeseed corrupts it too hardly. Still, there’s notice of the fresh scent I’ve been awaiting to enwrap me. It feels so close that I’m nervous with excitement.I continue walking down the sidewalk parallel to the rapeseed field, but my view merely touches it – it’s concentrated on the nearing trees, not the yellow. I want to smell, not see; my eyes only serve t...
Water’s Edge
They walked from the car on a little winding path through trees and came out in a grassy area. The boy could see water ahead. His mother said look at how big the park is.They walked right to the water’s edge. Big clumps of reeds, taller than him, grew along the bank, but there was an opening along a curved bit of shoreline that formed a little cove, and he could see across the water to another grassy bank in the distance. It was a pond or a lake; he didn’t know which.His motwww.onedoor.ccher said there might be turtles. He looked but didn’t see any. The spot in front of them would be a good place for a turt...
A Cycle Affair.
A loud rap on the front door made Ann jump. She was in the middle of her Saturday morning cleaning routine. Her husband, Jason was sat on the sofa reading the days newspapers “I’ll get it” He rushed to his feet cheerily. Ann frowned; it wasn’t like Jason to be so keen to disturb his reading of the mornings papers. She heard the brief conversation between her husband and the delivery man. It was a parcel being delivered, she had not been expecting anything and Jason had not mentioned ordering anything. Curiosity piqued, Ann put down her cleaning cloth and made her way down the hall towards the ...