Fool's Paradise_Imperfect Memories_Resilient_A Room Half Full
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Fool's Paradise
Every year, Patty planned one major party. At first, it was just around Chrismukkah (her mom was Jewish and dad Christian), or New Year’s, big bashes thrown for a dozen or two of her closest friends and their plus ones, with drinks free-flowing and music that killed neurons. Then she moved on to Thanksgiving, with a big turkey, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie, inviting all her family and friends, until the turkey was the one least stuffed by the end. From there, she threw chili cook-offs and barbecues for Independence Day, singles mixers for Valentine’s Day, costume parties for Halloween, even...
Imperfect Memories
Imperfect MemoriesRonnie got up once again to heat his coffee. He knew there was no way he should be expected to send this email with cold coffee. It was completely reasonable that while he composed this three to four line message, he should have hot coffee.Ding, Ding, Ding. The microwave brought him out of his reverie, indicating that time was up. His coffee was hot once again, and he needed to send the damn email. He sat down at his desk chair, opened up the draft, shifted in his seat, took a sip of coffee, shifted in his seat, stood up, walked a few laps back and forthwww.onedoor.cc past the computer, sa...
Resilient
The sun wasn’t yet shining, but I could see its light peeking out from behind the treeline. The birds had been singing for a while, that’s what woke me up that morning. Bumblebees searched the garden for the tulips that had budded, but not bloomed, they seemed to understand that the time wasn’t quite right, but that it wouldn’t be long, spring was upon us.I stood on my porch, looking out at the the sun slowly rise over the pines, they swayed gently in the frigid breeze, creaking like old rocking chairs. I sipped on my steaming mug of coffee, one cream, no sugar, and a splash of whiskey, th...
A Room Half Full
The room was empty when we moved in. Other rooms, the dining room, the bedroom, the bathrooms, had been left with tiny remnants of the past owners, a used toothbrush, socks tucked in odd places, and even an armchair that they must have forgotten. But this room was empty. It was smaller than the average bedroom, right off the living room with no clear purpose but to exist.Our first idea was a nursery. It was bright and sunny, with a large window that looked out upon freshly turned earth where we intended to plant the Begonias from his mother’s garden. For months we dreamed and planned, picking...