M'dears Pie_Ambitious Year_I Heard You, Mostly, but You Won't Hear Me_Speed of Sound
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M'dears Pie
“Today’s a new day. Today’s the day of new beginnings. Today’s the day of what them Sunday school teachers and preachers talk about every week. Ah, yes, optimism and good ol’ hope! I can feel it in my bones that today, this day, June the 10th, 1947—it will be one worth remembering. Just take one big whiff of that rich southern air? Smells like mama in there making one them pies, don’t it?” “Mhmm.” “Say, I think she is!” Alabama is one those of states that one doesn’t vacation to very often unless you’re from there or have an extensive family record illustrating family origins which date back s...
Ambitious Year
‘What else should I do in the next year,’ a tall brunette stood in a bright glass office on the top floor of a skyscraper. The sun was reaching its zenith, and with the remaining rays it illuminated a wide white board, to which she attached multicoloured notes with inscriptions, various photographs, as well as hand-drawn figures and signs. Bearing her weight to her back foot, she stared at the vision board, touching her lower lip with her index finger. With narrowed eyes, she carefully studied the product of her brainstorming. Then, clicking her heels, she stepped back a few meters to assess t...
I Heard You, Mostly, but You Won't Hear Me
“Good afternoon Ms Patterson, what brings…”“Peterson, it’s Peterson. Patty Peterson”Dr. Norman noticed Patty looking at him so intently it felt like she was staring a hole in his head. He didn’t feel a sense of intimidation from her stare. Patty bopped her head back and forth like she was listening to a song that only played in her skull but was obviously on mute to the doctor. She simultaneously tapped her foot like an excited rabbit triggering childhood memories of his favorite cartoon, causing the doctor to smile. No, Patty was too odd to be intimidating.“My apologies Miss Peterson. What br...
Speed of Sound
Many lights sing, a cacophony of assaulting sound. This whole place is an assault. On ears and noses. Eyes.Good.The blare of the multi-colored lights shootwww.onedoor.ccing off at random is a great distraction. Seventy-year-old women and their dangling bracelets clink with the buzz of mechanical slot machines and it's enough to drive my headache to migraine land. Another reason to cry. Mid-spring in an Arizona casino and the AC is on full permafrost blast. Not the liveliest of Wednesday afternoons. It will have to do. A handful of those bracelets may be silver - or better, gold, plus designer glasses and th...