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Silence Isn't Golden
Silent Isn’t Golden “So, are we all going to keep ignoring what’s been going on? No one wants to be the first to end the vortex we found ourselves in. Just eat and run I guess, is that it?” Glancing around the table, I noticed few eyes peering up from their dinner plates. Did they hear what I just said? The only response I heard was the sound of the forks hitting the plate harder out of frustration.“Is there no one at this table willing to talk this out and be a family again?” Phil’s ears turn red when he’s angry and George looked up a split second and mom stopped eating and placed her fork on...
State of the Art State of Mind!
Manny’s alarm goes off at 5:30am, just like it does every day. He hops up from his bed, brushes his teeth, shaves his face and head, and takes a hot shower, just like he does every day.He opens the closet doors and selects the singular gray coverall jumpsuit, a specifically designed uniform for plastic manufacturers, hanging in the back. He places his used pajamas in the laundry chute, turns towards the door, and reaches for his toolbelt hanging on the hook to complete his uniformed look, but something stops him in his tracks.Not something, though, more like nothing.A nothing that is usually a...
Ignorance Is Bliss
“You’ll never know unless you try! Just one pill will take all your problems away!”The incessant cries of the street vendors fell upon deaf ears as Adamu Otieno raced down the busy road on his rickety bicycle, feeling the warm Mombasa breeze brush past his face. The cobalt blue paintwork had faded long ago, but the good-natured twenty year old did not mind. His bicycle got him to all the places he needed to be, and for that he was grateful. He had one more stop to make before he could finally call it a day and head home. Aswww.onedoor.cc Adamu approached Nehru Road, the vibrant scents from the market wafted...
Get in the picture
Get in the picture, Mom! I will not.I don’t want to, and no one can make me. My dear friend Jules stands with her phone in front of our families, ready to take a photo. The two fathers are in the back, the three girls in front. There’s room for me next to my husband, Tom. His lanky body rises a foot above the others, and I know I’ll fit nicely under his arm. The white sugar-sand beach and clear aqua ocean is behind us, the perfect backdrop for a group photo. A whisp of a cloud lazily drifts across the horizon. A parasailer flies in the distance, a multi-colored shadow against the bright blue s...