Clown Ivy_THE LIBRARY BOOK_The Lonely Library_MERRY-GO-ROUND
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Clown Ivy
Ansel was an introvert who gave birth to an extrovert. Her son was Teddy Glenn, unquestionably the most popular person in town. He had owned a record store that regularly hosted local musicians. Many untalented groups performed at “Teddy’s Tunes” and even a few talented ones, but no matter the caliber of music, of persons playing, or the size of the crowd, Teddy would heap praise. His door was open for everyone. And he would talk to anyone, would lend a sum of money to a stranger without questions. His mood was constantly bright and infectious- but now he was dead, killed by a rare poor deci...
THE LIBRARY BOOK
“Mother, I swear!” I looked around the pantry, though there could be no one to hear me. Who else would willingly clean up after my mother? She had so many grudges, and she kept everything related to them. In every room of her home, I saw the evidence of her inability to let go of circumstances, accidents, basically any incident where someone disagreed with her perception or somehow slighted her by not following her expectations. This book in my hand had to be the longest running grudge in the history of grudges, with more animosity on both sides than the Hatfields and McCoys. That may be why I...
The Lonely Library
It was another lonely day in the library, no one seemed to notice me as I roamed the aisles of books, though I don’t know why I bothered. I always settled on the same book, having read it at least a thousand times before. Something about it just always drew me in, whether it was the cover or the beauty of the words, I just seemed to have a connection with it. Pulling it from the shelf, I slowly made my way toward the small reading corner, always finding peace there. It wasn’t like I was ever bothered or even regarded by other readers, it just always seemed to call to me. The nook was hidden aw...
MERRY-GO-ROUND
I wonder how some fathers enjoy being seen like gods in their families. In Eugene’s three-bedroom bungalow, he demarcated his bedroom into two with a hard wooden board so that he and his wife could have their separate rooms. They began sleeping differently in their rooms, but for some terrific and glorious nights that they slept together. It was only during those special nights that Kate, his wife would rest on his broad hairy chest, and tell him the things they needed at home, which within his capacity, he would not hesitate to provide. The other bedrooms were the children's room and the gues...