The Ageless Bliss of Defying Gravity_Is This Art?_Speaking Out Loud_A Chain Reaction
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The Ageless Bliss of Defying Gravity
They both reluctantly opened the car door and stepped outside into the warm winter sun on the cold day. While the weather for February was not frigid, it was still cold enough that she could see his long exhales plume and evaporate and hear his boots crunch the new snow covering the parking lot.He grabbed her padded nylon-covered hand as they headed to the entrance. She smiled at his gesture believing she could feel his youthful enthusiasm rising as he grasped her fingers tighter.It was two weeks ago that they decided they were bored. With each other. With family. With life. Bored with being...
Is This Art?
New York City, the greatest city and the most culturally perse place on Earth. People from all corners of the globe came to the Big Apple as jobseekers, expatriates, tourists, and immigrants — Joseph Cruz was one of those immigrants.Joseph was from the Philippines. Six months after graduating college, he got himself a job as a baker and a certificate that he was now an American citizen, along with his family.It was late afternoon, and it was www.onedoor.ccthe end of his shift at work. He got out from a supermarket with supplies. While heading back to his apartment, his phone rang. As he pulled it out from ...
Speaking Out Loud
“You don’t say much, do you?” He sat on the edge of the hospital bed and smiled politely at the efficient looking nurse, who stood clipboard in hand at the foot of the bed. “Alright, Mr…” She flipped the pages back, “Mr Grey, the doctor will be along in a couple of minutes to go over some things with you.” He smiled again. The nurse clicked away and soon he heard her friendly voice buttering up another tremorous patient. Idiot! Where was all the nice polite and friendly chit-chat? Man alive. And she was pretty too and nice. Brown eyes like a deep pond. Man! You could have said thank you at ...
A Chain Reaction
“How do you not get bored of this?” Jen glanced up from her project to look at the tv and shrugged. “I don’t know. Its not my favorite show but I like it enough. You can put on something else if you want.” “No, not this. That.” She looked to where he gestured down at the yarn in her lap. “This?” “Yeah that. What is it even? Dog sweater?” “Ooh. So close. Pillow covers for Aunt May.” “Oh yeah, I see it now.” She made a few more stitches and could see him still watching out of the corner of her eye. “Would you like to try, Jared?” “No, no. I’m good. I can’t do that.” “Anyone can crochet.” “Anyone...