The Two-edged Sword_Chasing the Sea_Love in a Time of Anomie_Curse in the Heart-Shaped Box
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The Two-edged Sword
The Two-edged SwordNyree Crandell fixed a large, silver hoop earring to each earlobe and tied a gaudy, multi-colored scarf around her salt-and-pepper hair. She encircled both eyes with a black eyeliner pencil, swiped her lips with crimson lipstick and assessed the result. Not a good look for a fifty-seven-year-old suburban porcee, she allowed, but it was the persona she wanted. An aging gypsy stared back at her.Righto! Off to work.She packed her little car with the folding table, two folding chairs and her little tent. Well, it was more of a shade cover than a tent. You wouldn’t go camping wit...
Chasing the Sea
The sea was a perfect reflection of dusk and stars, a painting words could barely describe.Penelope often said the Sea Fae must have painted it just for us--but she didn't say it that evening, so instead, I'll say it looked nice."Anyone want the last two slices of bread?"I glanced over my shoulder. "Yeah, sure." Standing from my bench, I made my way over to her, my hands jammed in my pockets."Almost unnerving how still she is today, isn't it?" a sailor asked. I didn't know her name.Penelope shrugged and finished making my sandwich. "I don't know, I rather like it. All the stillness reminds me ...
Love in a Time of Anomie
Love in a Time of Anomie“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” – RumiMarch; daffodils and daisies thrive, bigger, brighter, better than ever; all the heavy rain we've had for the past three months has been good for Nature; grass is tall, thick, glossily green; trees are thriving, foliage thicker and lusher than I seem to recall. But perhaps that is the effect of me as observer? (Quantum physics is all the rage.) But then again, this current crisis, and the endless quarantines and interm...
Curse in the Heart-Shaped Box
When I used to lie in bed, and my mind would drift through millions of random thoughts, I’d often wonder if I were to die—what would be the best way? Suffocation? In my sleep? A sudden fatal accident? But I never thought it would be this and I certainly never thought I’d be stuck inside a box tucked away in an attic waiting to be discovered like some type of morbid genie. I had no idea how long she had cursed me into this box, but I know how I got here. Ellie. Ellie was once the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen with long, blonde hair, and bright sky colored eyes. Everyone coveted her while w...