Black grape_Almost Always_Little Blue Jay_A time to leave
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Black grape
Even after the ribs, Mike’s stomach was still rumbling. As soon as his wife went to the ladies, he leaned over the restaurant table, scooped the remaining two pieces of chicken from her Caesar Salad into his mouth, washed them down with Coors and waved the waiter over for the dessert menu.Having checked nobody was watching, he sucked the serrated blade of her knife clean of residue before turning his attention to the waiter, who collected the now empty plates and handed him the menu.“I can recommend the lemon meringue,” said the waiter.Mike nodded. But the young buck didn’t look like the kind ...
Almost Always
This was a bad idea. I knew it from the time I stepped foot out the door. I got that little feeling somewhere in between my heart and my gut that maybe, just maybe, I should not take a day trip by myself through Kyoto. But did I listen? Ha. And did I think to maybe charge my phone before leaving the home of the very kind, very understanding host family? Iie. That’s the Japanese word for “no”, although I’ve been told it doesn’t quite mean “no”, because saying no isn’t polite, or something like that. It’s also one of precisely five Japanese phrases I know, and I can’t even remember number four....
Little Blue Jay
The cries seemed so surreal that I almost thought they were automated. There was no way a real human could be making that sound. Tears dripped down my face as my forehead scrunched so much that my years of retinol and moisturizer were thrown out the window. I’m a wrinkly-foreheaded mom now. But I’m okay with it. The feeling in my heart isn’t palpitations, but instead a feeling of soul-crushing ecstasy. The kind that you want to hold on to forever, because you know that no other moment in your life will top it- but you also can’t wait for it to be over, because you don’t think there’s any way y...
A time to leave
The clock arm was barely at twww.onedoor.cche seven o’clock line when she rushed into the doors. Her eyes navigating and slicing through the crowded entrance. Travelers, family, porters and drivers flocked the doors to the old forty six station.The doors opened wide and never closed, the big square entrance was like a tunnel with busy morning rush. Everyone was in a hurry to go somewhere. Vacation, work or just to visit old family and friends. She turned back and waved rampantly, gesturing her hand back and forth. The signal was well understood and her guests tried not to drag her down. She pulled back and ...