Starless Liar_MISSY_Finally Home_Sibling Survival
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Starless Liar
The postman sifted restlessly, disgustedly through the growing mound of heartfelt envelopes: all the perse colours of the rainbow, with crinkling paper enclosed inside-imperfect but loving. Crisp, as icy white as untrodden snow. Splashed with love heart, star and smiley face stickers. And all destinied, postmarked, for one location, faraway, starless and bustling cities away...but sent and, most imperatively, received at all? And was this postman, this post office, this scene, as a bereft mother who trekked home every week to her distraught daughter, really as genuine as she insisted?For as lo...
MISSY
MISSY “Not yet, please.” I pleaded with the vet. I wasn’t ready to let go. “It’s time.” He said. “She’ll be pain free in a moment. You can stay and comfort her while she falls asleep if you want to. That way she won’t be alone.” I was second guessing the day. Age had caught up to my girl. She had gone deaf a couple of years ago. I was grateful that I had trained her with hand signals along with verbal commands when she was a puppy. Arthritis had crippled her legs so bad that she wasn’t able to climb the stairs anymore, and there were days when I would come home from work and find her standing...
Finally Home
Getting into the water was never the plan, but I couldn’t resist. It was the most beautiful blue I’d ever seen and the salty smell was alluring. As I got out, the crystal blue water stuck to me like a second skin and was a familiarity I had missed for many years. Why has it taken me over five years to finally come back here? My mother tried to get me to come home for the summer year after year, but I refused. Being stubborn has its ups, but this was its downs. Nostalgia started to fill my head and my heart, and memories flooded my body. I head over to my bundle of clothes on the rocks from wh...
Sibling Survival
Sibling Survival“How do you BREATH through these things?” He screamed into the mask. The face-shield immediately fogged-up and now Aaron couldn’t see either.He squatted down behind a small berm, where a tree had long-ago turned-up its roots. Aaron had run about a half-mile, full-on sprint, and was at the edge of a large wood. He had to risk a breach of his breathing PPE, so he lifted the mask and slid it atop his head. He realized he was hyperventilating, and why wouldn’t he?! There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in that area, and he didn’t recall track-and-field as an activity listed on today’s...