The Impulse_Waiting for Gabby_Lost Connection_Dear Departed,
Catalog Guide:
The Impulse
Dan’s an odd friend of mine. My only friend, actually. He always shows up when I need him most. Only I can never say exactly what I needed him for nor how he knew to find me. All I know is that grinning face of an old friend and his reassurance that everything will be A-OK. See, Dan takes me away and back again on his old black iron horse. And it costs me nothing. Nothing but my willingness to step up and go.I was nine years old when I first met Dan. One minute, I’d been tossing in bed, trying to sleep (something that’s never seemed to come naturally to me). The next, I opened my eyes to see t...
Waiting for Gabby
ACT IA hallway in a tenement flat. No windows. A tattered sofa. MARGO is slouched on the sofa, in her pyjamas. Her trousers are rolled up at the hem, and her feet hanging over the edge of the sofa, avoiding the sticky floor. She groans and sinks a little further into the sofa cushions.Offstage, the kettle boils. The sound of water splashing, cups clinking. Then DINARA enters, balancing two cups of tea.Margo That’s it. I’m dying.Dinara I’m starting to feel it myself. Here, tea. Dinara holds out the tea to Margo, who doesn’t take it. Offended, Dinara places both cups of tea on the ground in fron...
Lost Connection
“Things will get better Julie. I promise you. Please just tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you”. There was a pleading tone to my voice that matched the desperation in hers. “I don’t want you to find me. I don’t want anyone to find me. My life isn’t worth living” she sobbed. In between the crying and the sniffing she lamented on her life and what a mess she had made of it, as if she needed to torture herself. My best friend was suicidal and I was trying to find out where she was, but even though her mind was in a dark place and confused she still wouldn’t tell me. I tried to remembe...
Dear Departed,
C.W: This story contains descriptions of the dead and death rituals.March 9th, 2022When the news of your passing finally arrived, I felt relieved. Of course, people will say that is how one would expect a daughter-in-law to feel. But they haven’t had a journey that you and I share. How the ticking clock had turned me from a cowering bride resentful of your possessiveness to the one who gently cradwww.onedoor.ccled your head in the crook of her arm and fed you the mashed food.I saw your boy-my husband, repeat the doctor’s words in a choked voice before slipping the phone down on the unmade bed. The next mome...