Long Way Home_The Special Present_The Lease In The Time Of Covid_Swings and Roundabouts
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Long Way Home
I got into my faded tan malibu and slammed the driver’s side door closed. I gently tossed my tawny canvas bag onto the passenger side seat before Ieaning back against the driver’s seat, closing my eyes. I took in an exhausted and exasperated sigh of a breath from completing another day I couldn’t get back. I opened my eyes and looked at the over-worked, tired, sagging eyes in the rearview mirror. My blue eyes were once bright and ready for adventure. I never used to keep my brown hair short, and my skin was never this pale. The only thing keeping me from looking dead was my genetic tan. When...
The Special Present
This story has some sensitive information regarding the handling of firearms, but it's not a violent story.I remember that Christmas morning; To use the old phrase, Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house nothing was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung all in a row in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there. So not exactually that dramatic, since all of us were in our early twenties, we were aware of the fact that any presents left under the tree were put there by another family member or parents. My brothers and I were especially anxious this year becaus...
The Lease In The Time Of Covid
The Lease In The Time Of CovidIn March Covid broke out and it seemed like the opportunity for lawlessness burst wide open. Food shortages, no diapers, people hoarding and landlords showing their teeth. We had been living in a cute little house in a not so important suburb of Los Angeles for around six years and haggled every year over the legal raise of 75$ a year increase. The landlord never repaired or made and upgrades then he has the “Hutzpah” to give us an 800 dollar increase or get out when and if Covid even ends. After enduring wildfires and living with power outages for weeks, we ...
Swings and Roundabouts
A bird’s eye view of suburban city streets, dotted with pocket parks, the streets mainly gridded, with occasional smaller streets jutting off at odd angles; at the center, a roundabout with four exiting streets from the circle, the small park in its center about a half block in diameter. From above, the bushes are like broccoli crowns that encircle the gnarly limbed old oak in the center. The branches between the leafy canopy appear black. There are old fashioned iron framed park benches facing the western and eastern streets.A small red Toyota pauses at the western road, then passes the park ...