Contentious Condiments_Ephreli’s Fools_You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here!_Saving Gr
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Contentious Condiments
“NO!”“YES!”“I said NO!”“I don’t care!”The argument had been going on for at least five minutes now and there was no sign of it stopping. I was sitting at a booth in the middle of the McDonald’s watching these two relatively good-looking guys argue over the tray between them. It all started over whether or not they were going to put ketchup on the fries or make a pile on the side, and it had escalated to an all-out yelling match. They were sitting at a booth opposite me, but both were literally on the edge of their seats holding on to the tray between them.“The ketchup goes on the fries!”“The k...
Ephreli’s Fools
NarrenWatching him walk up the street—a young lad with stringy hair and unfocused eyes—I begin tearing the newspaper into strips about two to three inches wide and around six inches long. As I do this, I reconfirm my reasons for choosing this boy out of the crowd; the posture that describes the boy’s lack of confidence and the expression that screams inexperience, as well as the clothing that reveals his socioeconomic status. This one was even more of a sure thing than the one from the other day.I know where he’s going of course; he took this same route yesterday. It’s rigwww.onedoor.ccht now 4:55pm. I circ...
You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here!
You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here!“Go home!” she said. Two words. It is incredible how much pain two words can hold. Thank God they weren’t long words, or the pain might have killed me. I want to say, “I don’t have one.” She would roll her eyes and call me a liar. In the sense that she means, I do have one. I have a place to go, but to me, it is not home, and it never will be. So I place my tongue firmly between my teeth and nod, fighting to hold in the tears until I can reach my car. I grab my jacket, throw it over my arm, and balance the last load of laundry on my hip as I ...
Saving Grace Street
As she walked to school Belle Fraser heard rumbling sounds. ”It’s all over bar the shouting”, commented a passerby. Catching his eye Belle shook her head exclaiming “Not if I can help it.” “Yeah right kid.”, the man chuckled. the rumbling was being caused by heavy earthmoving equipment. Contractors were starting demolition work at the top end of Grace Street. City Hall called it gentrification. To the local community it was corporate invasion. Belle’s family had been involved in the Save Grace Street campaign. Yet to her annoyance they’d insisted she go to school. It was the same for he...