Eddie_Spark of the Moment_Blood of My Enemies_Postoperative Day Three
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Eddie
Eddie sneezed. Dust motes flew around his head, refusing to settle. Sweat trickled under his arms, dampening his shirt. Unable to stand up straight, he struggled out of his jacket and threw it across the manhole cover beside him. He pulled another box, marked in Texta with ‘bedroom,’ across the wooden beams. Inside, his mother’s China dogs nestled in tissue paper. The paper rustled as brown and white and black spaniels, some with bows painted on their heads, appeared. His father had hated them. Balancing one on his palm, he blew out a long breath, how could he part with them? Maybe Andrea mig...
Spark of the Moment
Spark of the MomentAs I looked out through the window watching the sunrise, I started reminising back on the day I met the one and only man I’ve ever loved. I wake up, I take a shower, dry my hair, put on nice clothes, choose some nice jewelry, wrap my head in a scarf, grab a book. And off we go. Every day it’s the same they say. But I like it. My life isn’t boring. At least not to me. It is calm and beautiful. If only they could see it from my eyes… “Mom! Dad! I’m off!” I yelled as I grabbed some waffles from the table and ran towards the door. “Hold it!” my mom exclaimed. “Remember to visit ...
Blood of My Enemies
Standing in the middle of her drop cloth-covered living room floor, Shondra whispered “I am bathing in the blood of my enemies!” She painted her body deep red with deliberate movements. Savoring the cool, slightly sticky feeling, each stroke became an incident from her past. Here were the children in grade school leaving her at the table all by herself. There was a boyfriend in college who ghosted her. This stroke was a professor who held up her work as a bad example to the class. And so, so many memories of disappointing her mother. Dry and crackling in places, thick and dripping in others, ...
Postoperative Day Three
Dalia, completely ignored by the nurse sitting at the computer outside of room 314, knocked inaudibly before easing the door open. The sky outside of Mr. Leary’s room was compwww.onedoor.ccletely black, and the flickering lights of the city only barely visible through the fog. Eyes shifting from the window to the bed, she wrinkled her forehead in confusion upon seeing it empty. She would never admit it to the resident team, but she had been guilty of silently checking the drainage tubes and incisions of her patients while letting them sleep and prying a general report out of the night nurse. It wa...