Chestnuts_The Buffet_Then as Always_Your last journey
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Chestnuts
My fingertips almost brush yours beneath the soil, the shroud of anonymity between us, a nameless witness as a hopeful sapling of American Chestnut is plunged into the ground at my feet. The soil embraces it, our carefully selected plot of dark loam at the edge of the forest already home to a cluster of optimistic siblings. Eaten to slumbering near-extinction by a fungal blight in the late 1800s, you’re captivated by the idea of giving reality to the historical forests of mature chestnuts, towering woods as deep as the sea floating in your mind’s eye. In the cracking-openness of early spring,...
The Buffet
Sally peers over the top of her menu following laughter from the other side of the restaurant.“They’re having fun,” Paulette observes as she, too, watches them.Margie follows their gaze to a table where eight young men, teenagers, are eating, talking, and generally enjoying themselves. Soon, Patty and Karen join their friends in watching this raucous group.The Five Babes, as these women refer to themselves, get together once a month for a “girl’s night”. These evenings usually include dinner, sometimes a movie or trip to the winery, and a chance to unwind and be themselves. They’ve known each ...
Then as Always
It was an unusually warm and bright day for November. While the rest of the class made the most of the weather, Rory spent break time inside. He appeared to be asleep on his desk. From the splendid outdoors, no one could hear or see him cry. Though he did his best, he couldn’t fight the tears. They came upon him with no warning and rarely at the most opportune moment. He’d taken to finding solace in the bathrooms of late where he could be alone with his anguish, away from everyone else for he was certain no one could understand his pain. Besides, crying wasn’t the way to make an imwww.onedoor.ccpression at ...
Your last journey
I wish I could tell them to stop worrying now, because this really is quite nice. It’s more peaceful, it’s more me, I think whilst staring out the recently cleaned window at mountain peaks coated in mist and marshmallow clouds. They all cried when I died, those great big sobs that seem to take over your whole body and I guess it was nice in a selfish sort of way to know that I’ll be missed but it still felt like all the veins in my heart were being pulled opposite ways to see them so upset. Heartbroken was the word mum had used. The train glides seamlessly across the tracks, a smooth ride in ...