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The Disappearing Act
Haylee was a little girl, not bad looking enough to be ugly, but not good looking enough to be pretty. She always had trouble fitting in and never felt safe enough to share her mind. Although, she had a secret, making it harder for her to fit in. No one knew that secret, not even her parents. How that came to be? She didn't know, but she still was not going to tell anyone. “Mom I really don’t want to go today. It is not fair; Myer isn’t going today. Why do I have to go?” She complained while she rolled out of bed. Her mother rolled her eyes, “Myer is sick, Haylee. You aren’t” she replied. Hay...
Mother of the Mother
“Claire’s here!” My husband is holding a plate of appetizers in one hand and accepting Claire’s bottle of wine in the other, and I admire him from the top of the stairs, where I am clutching my phone in sweaty palms.“One minute,” I call down, marveling at the way Claire laughs a little too hard at my husband’s joke. Her separation has done her good, I think, looking at her freshly colored hair. A chirp redirects my attention to my phone, but it’s just an email from the bank. My six missed calls under my mother’s contact remain stubbornly silent. I try once more, letting it ring out, but when ...
The story....
Once in the sunshine, In a little district west of Washington Square, the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper, and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account! So, to quaint old Greenwich Village, the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-centu...
Limbs of Time
“Grandpa? Are you really going to tear out that stump?” “Yes, Rowan. It is ruining the yard.”“No it’s not!” Rowan lwww.onedoor.ccooked horrified, “It’s my stage and my reading place and my dinosaur mountain…” The tears were starting to well in his eyes.My dad looked over at me and all I could do was smile. That stump was more to me too. I continued to rock on the wooden glider and let my mind drift back to the mid-1980s. I could see my brother’s green short-shorts, knee-high tube socks, and skin-tight t-shirt. The ponytails on both sides of my head were a little droopy from playing outside all day. My nose...