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Sundown at D'oro Pizzeria
CHARLES EDGRET / PART ONEHe lifts his head awww.onedoor.ccs the neon signs flicker and smear their chemical glow across the windows of D’oro Pizzeria, deleting the last data of light scrolling off the setting sun. From where he stands behind the cash register, Charles Edgret can see the advertisement he had made that very weekend, carefully printing the letters in alternating black, green and white on a square of orange poster board—a bold choice that color, but he felt the bright, cheery shade was more impressive, more inviting, more apt to catch the attention of any casual passerby—and taping it to the wi...
Stuck In Time
I’m still living in my own house, but it’s a daily struggle. I remember things that happened many years ago, but I can’t recall what I did yesterday, this morning, or an hour ago. Sometimes I know I have dementia, but other times I just don’t recall what the hell’s wrong with me. I can’t remember what I consumed for breakfast today, but I sure know what I ate when I was growing up on a farm. Fresh eggs were my favorite. My mother was a stay-at-home mom with four kids. She was a great cook with a large vegetable garden and a husband who loved her. I was a middle child who loved animals. I...
When it rains, it pours
Sharp pain crackles across Evelyn Brooks' frontal lobe as she attempts to open her eyes. Today, twenty-four years ago, she gave birth only to experience a mother's worst nightmare. "Be better off dead," she utters to herself.Her breath is foul. Her stomach threatens to erupt.It feels horrible to feel horrible. "What a silly thought.""Will it ever cease?"Is it even possible for her to feel full rather than empty? Can she experience ease, instead of needing to fight to live life? How can she win, if she is always losing? "It's not fair."Life ain't always fair. Only the strong survives. Weakness ...
Money Isn't Everything But It Does Help
He sat on the wooden stoop eating his jam sandwich. Opening up the two pieces of bread he inspected the inside, sighed loudly and put them back together again. “I can’t eat another jam sandwich” He said aloud “I might splurge this week and buy some ham!”. John opened up his thermos and drank a gulp of tea. It warmed him. And then he looked around at the hall he had been cleaning. The jarrah floor boards were now free from dirt, grease, beer and anything else that had been slopped on it since last week when he cleaned it. “Oh well it’s a job I suppose” he said out loud thinking of the family wh...