Old Ebbets Field_Three Ceramic Plates_Golden Repair_"It's been a long, long time"
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Old Ebbets Field
You never know what you’ll find when you start Spring cleaning. Knowing full well my sixty-year-old knees will never forgive me, I climb the creaky pull-down attic steps. Every other step, I rub my achy knees. I try to remember the last time I’d ventured up these steps. I cringe at the thought of what I might find. But, believe me, it didn’t disappoint.A series of cobwebs lace the entrance. Two or three spiders scurry away as I wipe away the webs and step up inside. The smell of mold and mildew causes me to gag, then place my hand over my mouth and nose. “Should have worn a mass and g...
Three Ceramic Plates
Content warning: abuse***Four ceramic plates, four tall glasses, eight pieces of silverware and a basket of bread in the middle. The family sitting around the table with a painted poise on each of our black canvas faces. My father will come home to this each day, cascading his fork into the pile of food without a second glance at the human chickens before him. But, without fail, my mom and I’s hands will always take us back to the dishes each night, despite our reluctance and depressive state. Our life depends on it, my mother says, because my father is our lifeline.He leaves at eight thirty i...
Golden Repair
I’m not going to say another word. There’s really no point. We go round and round and round. It’s just so tedious.Of course this is a waste of time—and money. But I’ve found that in almost thirty years of marriage to her, she is an expert at doing both—often simultaneously. She could teach classes on how to waste her time and my money to make herself feel better. Does she want me to be happier? Then she should just let me be me. She remembers me, right? Same guy she’s known for decades. I’m not that hard to figure out.I work. I come home. I watch a little television. I drink a half dozen beers...
"It's been a long, long time"
“Are you coming tonight?” Thomas pulled his heavy grey coat on and looked at his wife as he neared the door towww.onedoor.cc their house. Alison, his wife, moved towards him. The dark circles were accentuated under her eyes by her long black hair. Her body lacked the muscle it had once had from college sports. Though not unhealthy, she seemed smaller and more fragile. This stood out in her state of sleeplessness from working a late shift at the hospital. Her work often led to her being isolated at home, due to the natural introvert having picked the career of a physician.Thomas had found himself being the m...