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"Sirius": Southern Star Of Survival
"Sky in the south holding Sirius among; The Sirius Will guide you your course of action through the light in the winter twilight".The only reminder was pattering inside my mind. The whole flight had turned to undesirable nightmare. But I decided to not lose any hope and have to complete this do and die journey with my family along with stranger pals, which we were facing in equal wings.In the long run of early November winter. I, "Doiro" a Ruddy-Duck was part of one of the flocks to fly south in search of star of survival. By leaving our home beneath the base of ice behind. And for searching n...
Captain Hemingway & the Treasure of Love
The sound of the calm sea waves sways back and forth against the rough edges of the wooden ship. Each splash would splatter tiny droplets enough to soak within the cracks of the hardened wood. Above the deck, members of Hemingway's crew paced back and forth with their daily tasks. The captain promised them fortune and glory with his convincing proposition that somewhere in the Pacific lies an island full of life's greatest treasure: love. Lately, the captain isolated within his quarters, solitude from the company of his ambitious crew. No one had seen him for hours, perhaps day. Until one very...
A Worn-out, Broken-down Susie
A Worn-Out, Broken-Down SusieMy wife Vicki and I were visiting her recently widowed mother in Fort Myers. It was Norma’s second go around with widowhood. Her mid-life marriage to “Doc,” a semi-quack, womanizing chiropractor, was mostly a matter of economic necessity after the life shattering death of Vicki’s father Bill. Suffice to say Doc was never Norma’s true love, and she took his passing with outward respect, but little remorse. Let’s just say Norma didn’t knock herself out this time wearing black. Vicki and I had been with Norma a few months earlier when death from liver cancer was kno...
Quest in Dreams
"Don't love me", he warned. "I'm just going to hurt you." it was a faint whisper barely audible. She shrugged it off thinking maybe it was just something someone said. The train station was crowded anyway. "People these days are too dramatic," she thought to herself. She went home to see her lover waiting at their apartment just standing by the kitchen, "How was your day?" he asked with a small smile and a kiss on the forehead. It was during times like this when she wondered what had she done in her past life to deserve someone such as him. They first met at a small art museum two train rides ...