A Black Friday_Among the Trees_Play it Again_Do Us Part
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A Black Friday
The soft air breeze that blew at his face smelled so much like uncertainty. The really friendly nature of the cab driver, the high-rise buildings of Victoria Island or the beautiful early- sunrise view of the Lekki-Ikoyi road meant nothing to him. The only thing that mattered to him was making it out of the traffic jam early enough for his interview. As cars kissed each other's bumpers and his world seemed to be at a standstill, Fred’s heart was racing at a speed that only anxiety can sponsor. Fred had always heard of Black Friday and the craziness that comes with it but it had never been his ...
Among the Trees
Among the Trees“We have plenty of time.” Your voice is warm, an almost palpable touch of heat gently caressing my ear.I smile. I can tell you are too, sitting beside me. My leg is cramping. Ten hours on the road is a long time, and the road still lies long ahead, stretching to an endless dark horizon. “That’s, yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.” I laugh. I try stretching my leg without removing it from the gas pedal. I think of how nice it would be if the old Chevrolet was of the self driving sort, the sort that takes you to where you need to be, without need of your hand, without error.“I c...
Play it Again
Play it Again Anne pulled the sleek black record from its album cover. She stared at it, remembering each track as she noted the thin lines between songs. Dan Fogelberg. Netherlands. She could almost hear it, the strings slowly rising to a magnificent crescendo, Dan’s sweet voice capturing a place long ago and far away. And yet…it seemed like yesterday.It was a yesterday that happened forty years ago, that’s all. Her record player, possibly her most prized possession, sat on a low table in her bedroom. She had the “loft” bedroom on the 3rd floor, mainly because no one else wanted the room with...
Do Us Part
There was an old woman and a nurse in a room. The old woman sat in a chair holding a cane. There was a tray in front of her with a partially full plate. The nurse bent over and wiped her face with a napkin. The nurse believed when old women talked about their lives it’s a sign they’re about to die. Miss Macintosh started doing that, and it was making the nurse anxious. “How about you eat some of your peas?” coaxed the nurse. “I had a dream about my brother, and I remember when he died. We were living on Spruce Street, and it was just before my thirteenth birthday. He was three years older tha...