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Ramona
We lived in a small, historically insignificant town snuggled up next to Elmira, New York. We lived in the Town of Southport, New York. The last touchstone on the way south to the Keystone State, several miles away.We lived across from each other on a tree-lined street dead ending at the railroad yard. A quiet neighborhood occupied with, I always assumed, normal, middle-class families. Stay at home moms. Dad’s working somewhere, Monday through Friday, with weekends free to mow the yard or, like my dad, wash and wax their pride and joy under an Elm tree. A neighborhood of families, some newlywe...
Importance of Music
Tight headphones are secured onto my head, as music blasts through my ears. I hummed along to the melody, trying to forget what this day means and what this day has brought me. Yet, it’s weird. Here I am blasting “Happiest Year” by Jaymes Young, but I’m wallowing in my own misery. I guess you could say it was unusual, but there’s a reason for everything, right? One year ago today, my bestfriend had died. Her favorite thing was listening to music. I swear sometimes she’d rather listen to her music than listen to me. Though, I didn’t mind it. That was her way with coping with everything. It w...
Wounded Butterflies
“Elior?” A petite dark-haired Lisa approached my father’s new ‘75 SS Chevelle. “I thought your mom was coming.” Thunder rumbled across the sky like bowling pins clattering loudly as angry droplets fell. “She’s outta town,” I leaned over and unlocked her door. “Get in before you’re all soaked.” Her backpack went in the backseat and she climbed in the front. “Sorry. I’m a bit wet.” “No kidding,” I muttered. Why did my cranky neighbor have to ask me to pick up her thirteen year-old daughter? “This is your dad’s car, isn’t it?” her words were shy as we drove off. I grunted in answer. “Yeah, i...
Daisy Died
Five pins hovered above the shiny polished wood, hanging from their necks. Below them, their brothers knocked together before bustling into the black pit, disappearing from sight. Daisy Miller stood at the tail end of the lane and watched the remaining five settle where 10 once stood. She inhaled slowww.onedoor.ccwly, paused a moment, and then swung. Crash! The row of white was torn in two by the hurtling purple blur. Daisy raised her hands in victory and delighted in the sound of her friends cheering behind her. “Well done, Daisy,” Matt smiled, beaming at his girlfriend as if she’d just solved world hung...