Permanence/Impermanence_CHANGE?_Sweet Truths_When Charlie Met Polly
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Permanence/Impermanence
1854 Albert hitched the wagon to the makeshift post that had been set up out in front of the house before coming round to help his wife step down out of the carriage. She squeezed his arm tightly with her right hand, her left resting defensively around her swollen belly. Her feet crunched against the dry earth and her head swawww.onedoor.ccm for a moment with the change in posture. She felt the baby kick, sensing the instability, and she gripped Albert’s arm tighter until the moment passed. She looked out into the cornfields and took a deep breath of the hot summer air. So this was home now. Ohio. “Quickly,...
CHANGE?
Kathleen reentered God’s grace coffee shop the second time that morning and breathed in the scent of different flavors of coffees and other flavored drinks and baked goods sighing as she did so. She had opened the shop earlier and mixed the batter leaving the baking and arranging to her younger sisters since she had an urgent business at the bank that morning. God’s grace coffee shop had just introduced a new line of making drinks according to seasons. Since they were in the season of fall and pumpkin, apple and caramel were in abundance, the drinks on ground aside from the constant coffee wer...
Sweet Truths
I look at my father’s sugar-crusted hands, his shocked eyes, and I know that I am breaking his heart. It is the worst time to say anything, to just blurt it out like this, while we are cooking and preparing the house for guests – especially because my father is busy doing the one thing that I am about to tell them that I will never do. But I can’t hold it in any longer, and I need to say something now, otherwise I’ll just be delaying the inevitable and probably have an anxiety-induced breakdown in the meantime.We are standing in the kitchen while my family is scattered around the living room...
When Charlie Met Polly
Charlie Bemis tugged at the celluloid collar around his neck as he waited for the judge to grant him a private audience. He peered out the tiny window at the people on the dusty street of the mining town outside. A man was arriving on horseback; two others were preparing to leave. Women in bonnets and long aprons carried woven baskets as they stepped carefully around horse-droppings. “Next!” said the clerk and soon Charlie was ushered into the judge’s chambers, sparsely decorated with a 44-star flag, a map of the Idaho Territory, and a picture of President Grover Cleveland, perpetually frownin...