Muriel Stanley Buys a Succulent_A Faded Reflection_The Living Things_Past and Pipe Smoke
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Muriel Stanley Buys a Succulent
She loved saying the name.Echeveria.The scientific name being Echeveria elegans.It sounded like the name of a drag queen.Now coming to the stage to perform “Stand Back” by Stevie Nicks, Miss Echeveria Elegans!Muriel Stanley had heard succulents were difficult to kill, and so she purchased one at the supermarket. When she brought the little plant to the express check-out, the cashier remarked that her cousin loves plants. The cousin’s name was Steve and he no longer comes over for Christmas, because he’s invested in online conspiracies, but everyone in the family is glad he has his plants, beca...
A Faded Reflection
Kip Wilkinson had long known that he was unique in his ability to see the reflection of when people would die, but when he was confronted by his girlfriend, Maddie, about why he had been acting so strange, then, even he was shocked by her reaction. “Are you sure that this isn’t just some kind of schizophrenia? Maybe we should take you to see some sort of psychologist about it.” Her tone was completely level and that was what annoyed Kip the most about it. In hindsight he should have seen this coming, after all his mother had had a similar reaction when he had told her that her o...
The Living Things
I came to this beach as a child, but that was before any of the bad things which would happen had happened, so it was another world. My parents smoking and arguing in the front seat as they searched for a park, me and my brothers jostling for space in the back, the scent of coconut lotion on my arms.As an adult, here in the night, it was a different place. Black water under a black sky. The car park emptied out, the tip of the cigarette glowing in the darkness of the car. “Here,” the man in the passenger seat said, passing it to me. I took a long drag and tried to remember his name. He’d shout...
Past and Pipe Smoke
On an otherwise unremarkable Saturday morning, I did something rather impulsive. I bought my dream car. Well, it wasn't my dream car yet. I paid the nice lady who was selling it the full asking price of five hundred dollars, signed the paperwork and prayed that the damn thing would start. It did. Even more impressive, it only swww.onedoor.cctalled out once during the ten mile drive across town. I was grateful for the relatively short drive, as the interior's thick smokey smell was nearly choking me by the time I reached my destination. I parked my impulse purchase in front of my dad's garage. The ancient en...