For Your Amusement_Icarus_The Gladstone Bags_ATM F/X
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For Your Amusement
Approaching the ticket counter at Six Flags Great Adventue, Beth readied herself for a much needed day off. “One ticket please,” she said to the cashier, handing over cash. “Not the usual look coming into the park, the cashier glanced up and down, noting Beth’s pristine two piece black pants suit with black pumps. “Yeah,” said Beth hoisting her Nike duffel bag up. “I plan on changing. Definitely think the pumps aren’t the best footwear for Six Flags.” She and the cashier chuckled. As soon as the cashier handed her her ticket, she went into the first bathroom she saw to change. Ten minutes l...
Icarus
Warning: one expletive.Icarus “Good morning Mr. Dolion, and welcome. Anything you need?” Chris grinned charmingly at the flight attendant. She was a regular and knew he didn’t enjoy flying. “I’m fine Brenda, boggles me that I can be twenty-seven, but still panicky every time I fly.” He turned to walk the short aisle to the first-class seat set up for him. After the jet took off and swung towards the Los Angeles sunshine he opened his cell, clicked on an email, and read the speech his PA had written for him the day before. The conference in California had been on the calendar for months, he...
The Gladstone Bags
First to notice that their bags were identical was the velvet-clad bundle of menopausal flush, all feathered turban, red lipstick and suede winkle-pickers.In no other way were the two adjacent passengers similar. Is it even possible that this iPhone-clutching, business-suit-wearing wunderkind by her side would choose the exact same artfully- battered brown Gladstone bag as herself? You know, the type who probably prefaces every adjective with ‘super’ and interjects every third word with ‘like’. Most likely called Biba. Or Florence. Something like that. Probably Editor-in-Chief, or CEO of some ...
ATM F/X
The waterfall of tears from the sky fall to match my tears as thoughts of my ex-boyfriend appear as I run past by our favorite spot to eat as we chilled out playing board games by the boat basin overlookwww.onedoor.ccing the Hudson River. The pounding of the raindrops on my back starts to pick up even more so I decide to cut my run at five miles and head out. As I run up the hill making my way out of the park a biker comes riding down past me yelling, “Wow this is some rainstorm, isn’t it?” “I yell back. “Yeah, it is for sure and props to you for riding in this rainstorm.” I head out of the park and thought...