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When Tom heard her drop Grandma’s tea set, he laid into Linda: “You know what, just because Grandma liked me more doesn’t mean you have to resort to something like this.” Linda stood in front of the sea of small white pieces spread like stars on the dark brown kitchen floor. She slapped her yellow rubber gloves down and turned to Tom. “You know what, maybe you do the dishes sometimes so then you www.onedoor.cccan take better care than I can. I’m upset about it too, OK? Things break.” She combed both hands through her chestnut hair streaked with a thin white strand.“Everything’s broken, Lin.” Tom grabbed the...
The Music Box
I don’t know what you expected me to say to her, Jonathan.She is very excited about this new chapter of her life. A porce is never easy, but a third porce? Which is to say nothing about all the separations. She and Kasta separated four or five times before they finally made it official, and every time she’d kick him out, along would come a new vocation.Our daughter is a hobbyist who fancies herself a professional--that’s the trouble. It’s gotten so bad I now veer her in the direction of labeling herself an “artist” even though she’s nothing of the sort. It doesn’t matter, because she rebukes a...
Skully's Halloween
Skully was a skeleton. He was tall, skinny and nothing but bones. You know, like I said, a skeleton. His life wasn’t very interesting. He waited. That’s all. He waited. He lived in a little cottage in the nicest cemetery in the city. At least Skully thought it was the nicest. It must be. It was all graves and dirt. Some of the graves were open. Most were closed. There were nice headstones spread out. They all had mold and spiderwebs. It was beautiful. The headstones always had fun little writings on them. Forever in our hearts… Devoted mother… Devoted father… Now protecting us from above… It w...
How Not to Find Love at the Marina
Clayton, hopeless romantic, mindlessly switched between apps on his iPhone as he waited for his date to arrive at the cafe. Instagram, News, Stocks, Reddit—none of them had anything new. Occasionally, he would take sips from the mug of over-steeped Earl Grey he ordered forty-five minutes before. It was lukewarm but he didn’t hate it. However, he couldn’t find it in himself to take a bite of his sesame bagel. It had become hard to chew, and the cream cheese tasted more sour than expected.A Jason Mraz song from the early 2000’s played from a speaker in the ceiling. Clayton vaguely remembered the...