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Sam
Sam’s apartment hadn’t seen sunlight in years. The delightfully patterned though mildly torn and scathed curtains (damaged from the few gas-stove fire incidents of 2019 – the fees Sam had to pay the building’s manager for setting off the fire alarms and calling the fire brigade were immeasurable) that dotted the back wall were tauntingly proceeded by what Sam eloquently had titled, though only muttered to himself every now and again for some amusement, “My Ex.” The council had erected a bleak, grey-scale apartment complex that ran at least three times higher than Sam’s. Any thought of napping ...
Try to Keep Up
Wade turned into his parking place and screeched to a halt. The neighboring car, straddling the line, sat half in his spot. ‘How can people be so lame?’ Fuming, he backed out and parked down the block. Knowing who owned the car, he knocked on her apartment door. No answer. Hours passed, watching for her return. He worked. He ate. He practiced routines on his silent drum pads. He looked out and saw her at the car. Sprinting to the garage, he arrived as she sat behind the wheel. “Hi! Can you move your car? You’re blocking my spot.” She acted like he’d attacked her. “Sorry. Did I startle you?”...
We are strange friends
We are Strange FriendsWe are strange friends, to be sure, very different in so many ways. True, we are employed by the same company and share the same office, but the work that we do is not a bit alike. Earl is the IT department all on his own. I’m not very good with computers. Never have been. Never will be. My skills are more in organizing meetings, and getting people to talk to each other comfortably and coherentlyYet Earl and I shwww.onedoor.ccare some of the same interests. In particular, we both love to watch old science fiction movies. We have even memorized our favourite lines from movies we especia...
Something Real Together
Do you ever feel like you’re more than one person? Like people see you as someone other than who you really are?There could be so many versions of us as we exist in the minds of others, each one unique based on the perceptions of whoever we interact with. Maybe it’s because we behave differently with certain people. Maybe it’s their doing entirely, and the way they choose to see us remains completely out of our control. For me, that happens with love. I don’t mean that I behave differently when I’m around people I’m interested in (though if I’m being honest, I totally do that). What I mean is ...