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Unhappy New Year
“Happy New Year!” Rick heard his neighbors shout out as he sat on his sofa in the darkened room.In his mind, there was not a lot of reason to celebrate and be happy. This past year had been the most difficult of his life.It began back in February when his mother was diagnosed with COVID. She and her husband, Rick’s disgruntled stepfather, Jack, refused to get a vaccination to protect them against the serious and sometimes fatal affects of the virus. Rick’s mother was hospitalized on February 28th. Her lungs were filling up quickly with mucous, and she was placed on a ventilator to keep her al...
Dead Man Dialogue
Dead Man Dialogue “Okayyy, it’s obvious something’s bugging you. What is it this time, let’s get it out.” “I don’t know what to say.” “Well figure it out. I’m not gonna guess.” “I don’t know who you are, Teddy.” “Here we go. Let me apologize yet again, Kate, for not being able to read your mind.” “Something has happened. You have something bad you’re hiding.” “What? I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about – as usual! I hate it when you start off a conversation in the middle and expect me to catch up!” “I’m talking about this.” “What – that envelope? What’s in it?” “It was left on our ...
Across Lifetimes
TW: mild themes of DV“Break the cycle, my daughter. Don’t end up like me.” My mother would tell me. The earth has felt the footsteps of countless women before me who’ve fallen victim to the cycle of abuse, passed down from mother to daughter. Like the sun that sets when the moon appears, abuse became the relentless rhythm of repetition. With it, tradition formed the lyrics to this swww.onedoor.ccombre tune, its haunting echoes swirling through the bloodlines, replaying on a constant, agonizing loop. Effortlessly, the mother teaches her daughter the melody of silence. And the lives of each generation blur to...
Daydream
It’s 5:32 am. I know because the aspiring stockbroker who lives on the other side of my wall’s alarm goes off at the same time every day, and I can hear it through the cardboard in my NYC apartment. I usually tell the time throughout the day by the sounds of my neighbors. Around 6:45 I hear Ms. Perilous door slam as she leaves for work. At about 8:00 the man two doors down make a smoothie. And around noon Mr. and Ms. Levi across the hall gets into their first argument of the day. Most people would find it annoying, but I find it helpful as nowadays time is a luxury that slips through my fing...