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My secrets were suddenly split open when a cloaked man approached me with my birth name that was written somewhere safe, secret in the forest. There weren’t many of us in these recent times, those who honored the trees. The young man approached with a jar full of opaque, gold, thick liquid; companioned with a glimmer of knowing in his eye. His vibrant, green eyes bored into me, making the hair on my neck stand on end. I felt as if he was a wolf and I a rabbit. He had not yet spoken anything to me, yet I felt the nearing of this sticky liquiwww.onedoor.ccd being held captive. What this young man did not r...
The Velvet Handbag
I think what I really want to do is explain to you why things are so different now. It’s not fair to leave you in the dark forever. You deserve better than that. So please, try to understand- I’m being stretched in ways people don’t stretch, and if I don’t break first, you may never recognize me again.I’ve always wanted to be a very alive girl, but you know that. To live vividly and shamelessly, flaunting my vivacity over a dull and tiresome world. It has made me many friends, but you and I have not always seen eye to eye. Even a mother’s love cannot be so blinded to her daughter's idiosyncras...
A MEMORABLE ROAD TRIP
That day as I was seated reading the news paper I called out to my wife who was in the kitchen, When she came I said “Reena it says here that the amusement park CALGARY has opened with a big ,roller-coaster besides other attractions. It seems it is the first such park in India.” She said “That’s at least 100 kilometres away.” “Yes. Our car is new and we could easily reach and return by the evening.” She said “You never let me drive the new car whereas I was free to use the old one.” “You see the roads here are narrow and besides there’re many potholes on the road. And I’ve noticed you drive ve...
Petals of the Irises
I was always told that if you had nothing nice to say, than gosh darn it, you might as well just say it all. Filters were never a rarity in our home, so why make it so in the world to the people that need to hear it most? I grew up proud to be who I am, and why shouldn’t I be? Louisiana is a great place to be, and I daren’t say it isn’t because I knew it best to be true. Walking through swamps never made me feel ill because I could always count on the mud to run through my toes and the leaves to brisk through my hair when everything else just seemed stranger than I counted on. If the breeze tr...