Hello, Moon_Henry_Changing Feathers_Ginny's Family
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Hello, Moon
HELLO, MOON byBrad L. JohnsonEverything was ready for the ritual. It looked, well, dusty was the word, I guess. The moon, I am talking about the moon. As my gaze lingered, I could feel the moist earth etching it's image on my white crews. A symphony of frog song, hundreds I was sure, rose to crescendo then fell only to rise again stronger, and stronger still. Swirls of the scents of eucalyptus wafted past, around and dissipated. The compost pile teased at my gag threshold then drifted away, replaced by the thick, sweet of the lilac bush.My eyes sought her out above the horizon. She peeked thr...
Henry
I’m alive like a pirate, and god is a bird on my shoulder! Finally, I’ve accepted that this road must be traveled alone, like a doctor’s visit, like a dream you enter in your own mind. [2 HOURS PRIOR]In the sunlight the door looked almost white, not the lavender it was described as in the email. It reminded me of the first place I had in Eastie with Marina. The two toned purple duplex, with the purple trim and steps that led to – “Welcome! come in, in!” A woman, probably mid fifties, swung the door, and held it open with her forearm. She was dressed in lowww.onedoor.ccng red fabrics with gold trimming on ...
Changing Feathers
On my last day of work at the Pet Center, I set the parakeets free. I don’t think anyone was expecting it, and I can imagine there was some element of shock when the first person noticed the tiny, winged creatures emerging from a generic store cage in a blur of green, yellow, and blue. I didn’t stick around to see the reactions of my co-workers nor the unsuspecting customers; as soon as I unlocked the cage and the first Keet spotted her chance at freedom, I was already running out the automatic sliding glass doors. I have no regrets.When I applied for the job, I didn’t know much about caring ...
Ginny's Family
Ginny stepped into the garage which had just been burned to a crisp. Thankfully the house hadn’t been damaged in the fire and even the family car hadn’t been parked in the garage. So aside from what was in storage, they were lucky, no lives lost, not much damage. Except of course to Ginny’s heart. The stench of smoke filled the air still, even though it had been a couple of days. For safety measures, she and the others had cramped themselves into a motel room until the fire department deemed it safe to return home.Home. This place was barely Ginny’s home and already a part of it was destroyed...