Because... Because_A slipping thought_The wedding feast_I Met God on the Corner of 22nd and 3rd
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Because... Because
Because, because... two words that mean nothing when you hear them, but are heavy when you say them. They are used to slam doors shut and keep them that way, but the doors still shudder..."Mommy, I want to open the door. I want. Want to go play. I’m going to cry. No, whine. I need the door. To open. Let me be free. Open it. Now, if you can. Soon, if you can’t. I need you, but I need free, too. Love me." The child whines, and www.onedoor.cccries."The door is locked, light of my life, my entire life, and you can’t go out to play. Play here, inside. Where you can’t get hurt. Where I can see you and love you. W...
A slipping thought
The house sighed.It towered at the edge of the village. From where the girl stood, its shadow must have enveloped the entire village, but the moment she turned around, she momentarily forgot about its existence. It didn’t disappear, for the house couldn’t possibly do something like that, but it slipped her memory and blended with the background.She was determined to enter it.The wind billowed her skirt and played in her finely braided hair, but it went right by the house; nothing within it creaked, or whined, like the houses in the village had under the weather. It was made of dark oak wood, a...
The wedding feast
The wedding committee had been planning for months. The soon to be bride and groom, Sekai and Tinei, attended every meeting with trepidation as the budget skyrocketed and the parents from both sides continued to add new names to the guest list. It was their turn to shine and payback for all the invitations they had accepted in the past. Their philosophy seemed to be 'What's another one or two mouths to feed?' even though Sekai's parents' pockets were not a bottomless pit. The bride's family were not city dwellers and didn't want to look as if they were letting the side down. They instead vol...
I Met God on the Corner of 22nd and 3rd
It was a cloudy afternoon in May, and I was walking down the street, on the way to a bar. Suzanne had just left me, and drowning my sorrows was inordinately necessary. The smell of charred meat, green chili and bacon wafted through my nostrils as I arrived at McLaughlans, on the corner of 22nd Street and 3rd Avenue. There was a tall man: His ebony skin caught my eye immediately, and he had a large tattoo of the tree of life on his left arm, I immediately noticed. His hair was in dreadlocks, down to his waist, and he was fully dressed in denim, sipping a glass of red wine. He wore a large cross...