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With Snow Comes Warmth
With Snow:Comes WarmthThe year was 1973 if memory serves me right. My mother and I had arrived in Texas on my 6th birthday, February 3rd. I had been living in California, before that, Louisiana. We moved every year of my childhood at least once, sometimes two or three times in a 12 month period. I must have known that I had family other than my mother; but to muse over such trivial thoughts, would have seemed rather petty to me at that age. I am not sure that I ever thought about it before I was six. My mother was all I knew. Whether I associated the term family with her, is still unclea...
FRIENDS
FRIENDSI have no friends. I shouldn’t say that, I have one who lives far away. We don’t see each other often. I had friends, a lot when I was young, fewer as the years went by, and recentwww.onedoor.ccly I lost what few remained through covid, cancer, and illnesses of aging. Friends fall off, like leaves in the autumn rain, slowly, one by one. I remember fondly the friends I’ve had throughout my life. Thoughts of them bring a smile to my face. I miss my friend Bill who died thirty years ago from AIDS. We lost him in the very early eighties when it was still new and we thought you cou...
Masks Required
There had been winter storm warnings in Texas before, but they hadn't seen snow since 2010、 There was a joke that a person could experience all four seasons in one day in Texas. Funny, but not really, considering most of the seasons were just varying degrees of summer. He didn’t give the storm warning a second thought. Sure, there may some flurries, maybe even sleet, or the roads may ice. But as soon as the sun came out it would all melt away. Or so he thought. By noon, the city would be back to normal. While others were panicked and rushed to the store for toilet paper and canned food, he wat...
The Power We Wield
I shapeshifted last night. At least in my head, I did. The red iron taste of blood is even now present in my mouth. I still remember the wind tousling my hair (fur?) back as I moved skillfully down the hill, my elongated body slipping under branches and roots. Everything else is…a blur.I found you in the same spot as we started, alcohol on your breath and a pile of vomit next to you, the only thing keeping you company as you snored, naked, on the ground. Quite a sight, really. I had to backtrack, butt naked, my own unshod footsteps. Dim memories here and there . All I know is that I awakened...