Clipped Wings_Apple Picking in Mourning_To Infinity?_When Letter for School Reunion Arrived
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Clipped Wings
The cockpit might be claustrophobic to some, but to Neil it was theatre seating for an IMAX view of the world. As a pilot for British Airways, hundreds of thousands of passengers entrust their lives to him every year. He understood that responsibility and took it to heart every time he clipped on his wings, put on his hat, and buckled his seatbelt. Staring out into the thin, wispy afternoon sky, he couldn’t help but feel empowered, ready to take on the—“Neil. Neil! Stop daydreaming and pay attention, lad. You’ll be in my seat very soon, God help us.”Gary’s last few words were mumbled out o...
Apple Picking in Mourning
Oh dear. There’s a troubled spirit, Miss Geena thought when she watched two people picking apples in her orchard. Although the skin of Miss Geena sagged down from her face like wet clothes on a rack, her senses were held firmly in place. She knew the aura of a person struggling with the weight of life’s harshest lessons. She felt it.No, nothing like a teenage woman living in the mist of some tragedy or other could get by Miss Geena. Observing the older gentleman accompanying this teenager, Miss Geena easily saw the father balancing his need for mourning with his desire to help his daught...
To Infinity?
It was called Galaxy, and for good reason.It was nothing more than a ripoff of the Milky Way candy bar, only with dark chocolate instead of milk and fancy edible glitter in silvery hues of dark purple and blue. Pippin and I used to skate to the drugstore on the corner and buy a bar, Saturdays, before our parents got off work. We’d pool our jangly collection of nickels and quarters until we had $0.79, and then we’d split one. Pippin would eat hers slowly, and mine fast, in classic girl-boy contrast. We saved the wrappers and stored them in one of Mom’s old shoeboxes we dug out of the trash. The...
When Letter for School Reunion Arrived
When the letter from his former school arrived asking him to attend its reunion, he jumped up in the air like his ten year old kid. His son would have laughed; Mariam could call him mad. She always did, even in normal times. Reunion meeting of his school? A letter after so many years? He passed his hands over the envelope to see, feel the texture; whether it was true or a figment of his imagination. Yes, there it was a white envelope with a stamp and his name typed in block letters. Respectable institutions, inpiduals, still didn’t believe in sending text messages. They considered messages th...