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The Cry of the Crow
“And how are you feeling today, Ms. Goldwell?” Joseph asked meekly.“Eh, as well as a woman with old bones can be in this horrible weather!” she coughed, not exactly looking at him.It’s all that smoking you do, he thought to himself. “Then I hope that you’ll be feeling better when I see you next Thursday,” he smiled as he bagged her groceries, “it’s supposed to be gorgeous weather all of next week!”“Ugh, don’t believe those liars!” she jerked her shopping cart, signaling she was getting impatient with all the waiting.He nodded as he tried to work faster. When he was done, he carefully placed th...
Kiss and Kin
Marni looks down at her menu, which is slowly growing heavier in her clammy palms with each passing minute. She contemplates the purpose of such oversized, leather-bound menus. What are you trying to prove? I can’t imagine anyone comes to a restaurant, feels the weight of the menu, and thinks Oh, this restaurant can’t be that good. Feel how light this menu is! Imagine being someone with limited mobility or dexterity trying to hold this monstrosity. Not very inclusive of you, Chez Marc, she thinks as she waits silently for her guest to arrive.Marni had arrived 20 minutes early, to ensure she g...
Question
The holiday party is in a luxury hotel in the city, in the grand ballroom. The tables are set with eggshell white linen tablecloths, fine china plates and bowls, glinting silver plated flatware, and crystal glasses polished so clean that you could see right through them, like they weren’t there at all. Dinner hadn’t started yet, but the room was crowded and the open bar was bustling, as one would expect at a corporate holiday party. It seems like every person who works at the firm is there with their partners – husbands, wives, fiancées, long term boyfriends and girlfriends. Everyone milled ar...
Tumbleweed
...and then the covid apocalypse started to rage. What does one do in between times? Think, daydream, and think again. Or at least I did. My mind wandered off, to the place I have come to love the most on this beautiful planet and where one day I will be buried. But not just yet. I want to tell you a story first. (and hopefully many more). Let me ask you something first: What is a place? Does it hold a memory of our absence? Or is it a memory of our presence? I was born a nomad. I don´t have a place. I remember paths in the pathless eternal sands of myriads of marvel. I´m made of it! The deser...