The Pawnshop Window_The Pink Drink_To tell or not to tell_Moon Water
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The Pawnshop Window
For the third year in a row, my petition to remove the Santa statue from the storefront had been outvoted. Facing the sidewalk with one hand raised in greeting, the bauble was supposed to be welcoming. But I saw how the children walked by the window, one hand in their parents’, the other reaching out towards the display of holiday cakes. Their eyes would grow wide in wonder and subsequent horror when they noticed the terrifying portrayal of Saint Nick looming over them. His face had been carved into a permanent grimace with the paint chipping off the left side. His raised hand was more akin t...
The Pink Drink
Wind in my throat. It is fresh, it is clean. I sip the dew of a miserable drink, bright pink and fruity. I would kill for a shot of tequila right now. The pink, thick liquid glides down my throat. God, just as tasteless as Mother used to make it. I pull it from my chest and stare at it, shining under the bubble lights that string against the wall of the balcony. A smile tugs at my lips. “Yo, Arie!” My brother’s voice shouts from inside. “Where the hell is she?” I hear him muttering, and then he pauses in the doorway. I hear my sister behind him, recognize the pitter of her footsteps immediate...
To tell or not to tell
The Spotted Owl pub was heaving with the after-work crowd, mostly single, drunk and youthfully optimistic. At the bar, three men in their early thirties, were laughing hard at yet another bawdy joke, in-between slugging down a pint of local ale.Andy Brown, Bradley Henderson and Chris Lampson had lived in the village all their lives; went to the same primary and secondary school and even lived together for a while during the college years. Andy had left for the craziness of the City but returned every now and again for a brief respite. At six foot with a well-toned frame, he was part of a frant...
Moon Water
I think back to the five New Year’s Resolutions I had on 1 January 2020: “Lwww.onedoor.ccose 40 lbs.! Travel a lot! Start dating again! Stop drinking! Get Susanne to teach me about witchcraft!" Ha! How attainable those goals had all seemed at that moment, and how simultaneously silly and sad they seem at this one, on the evening of 29 December, annus horribilis finally drawing to its end.One of the goals, at least, has been accomplished – and ironically, it’s the one that I’d thought would be the most difficult. When I was sick back in March, the 40 lbs. dropped off easily. Was it covid? I only wish I knew,...