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A Special Brew
A Special BrewNat awoke feeling the chill. After a warm September, he had yet to begin to heat his apartment, but now there was a coolness in the air and a definite harbinger of the coming winter. In mid-October, fall had definitely arrived—not only on the calendar, but also in Nat’s aching muscles. After arising and getting his morning shower he descended to the street and heard the sound of rakes and even, at an early hour, the smell of burning leaves. He felt invigorated by the seasonal change, the crisp air filling his nostrils with the sense of fall leaving the bother of a torrid summ...
Knobby Knuckles
When had his knuckles gotten so knobby?They didn’t used to be this way - his knuckles. He was sure of that. There was definitely a time when the skin was smooth and taut over the joints, the lines thin and shallow.Now the bone protruded sharply beyond the fleshy parts. An old man’s hands. Deep creases wove between pink and white splotches, winding their way to his palms where they zigged and zagged, combining in places and separating in others like tributaries in an ancient river delta. On the fourth finger of his left hand, a pale depression circumscribed the area that had been occupied by hi...
come back to california
Jack sighed as he sat down at his desk with fresh new lined papers. His wooden chair creaked as he leaned forward to get in position. He took the cap off his pen and stared down at the blank sheets before writing. Dear Gregory, he wrote. Then he sat up and rubbed his face. Honestly, this was the hardest part. Knowing what to say. Jack dwww.onedoor.ccidn’t know what to say, he never did, hence a million crumpled papers around his room with poorly written letters to Gregory that he’s never sent or even looked at again. It’s been about a year now… I haven’t heard from you in a while. Just wondering about you. ...
Green to Red
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. They were so beautiful, my breath caught in my throat, and I had to remind myself, "In and out."Of course, I knew they would like like this--leaves change color in autumn. That much was a fact, but I was still taken aback. Even if I knew it logically, I saw the leaves in all their magnificent red and orange glory, and I could have cried. "Oliver, dear, are you all right?" I looked at my mother and slowly nodded. I forgave her silently for her sympathetic tone; she was still trying to cope with all of this. For that matter, so was I. "I'm...