Curtain Call_Lessons in Forgiveness_Tits and Cartilage Nuggets_Deva's Last Miracle
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Curtain Call
Harold and Alice sat alone in the darkened West Ocean City theater waiting for the featured film to start. For about five minutes the silence enveloped them in a calmness that provided a pleasant relief from the cinematic bombardment they had endured during the barrage of trailers when they had first entered the www.onedoor.cccinema.Then a deafening din assaulted their ears as a blinding light took over their visual senses. Of course, since the theater’s chief offering for this afternoon featured Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, one would expect the assault on their auditory and optical nerves...
Lessons in Forgiveness
For Evelyn Brass, home is the smell of antiseptic, cold, stale air, and stiff clothes. Home is a sickly white bed with a paper-thin mattress, and a television on which she can never quite focus. Pale blue curtains spotted with bleach in the corners. An entourage of bent cards propped up against smudged glass vases, holding flowers that are just staring to peek on the wrong side of rotten.Evelyn Brass considers this to be her home because she does not remember having anything else to fill the definition.She thinks that, in the smog that clings to the corners of her skull, there may be a resemb...
Tits and Cartilage Nuggets
“I quit.” Her expression didn’t change when I said that. It hadn’t changed since we sat down at the cafe. Once, I heard someone from a video describe how they ended a toxic relationship abruptly. As one might kill a bug, they said. It’s disgusting, so you don’t want to look at it, but you have to make sure it’s dead. When anyone finds a bug in our apartment, I’m the one to go after it with a plastic container and something flat to put underneath. Though, I’m not sure if I do it because I pity the creepy crawler or just hate the thought of cleaning up its gooey remains. But right now, I was try...
Deva's Last Miracle
Deva’s Last Miracle“Morning Deva,” my boss Celeste greeted as I walked into the Miracle Room. “Busy today?” Soft beeps mixed with an occasional buzzer resounded in the room.“Eh, not too bad. I’ll take it after last Tuesday.”I nodded. Tuesday was one of the busiest days I remember. I performed over a thousand miracles alone during my shift. I sat at my desk and placed my hand on the palm reader. The screen appeared before me. The left side showed miracles that had succeeded since I last logged off. Thankfully, the right side was blank. One by one, needed miracles appeared in the center. I shut ...