River's Edge_Road Trippin_Golden Repair_Shall Do Us Part
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River's Edge
I knew a guy once; his name was Nick Rivers. He showed me a story that I didn’t believe at the time, but it helped fill the space I found myself in. Thinking back to that day, I can see where I was, and where he was coming from, what he was attempting to tell me by his silence: I was living at the time along the Salmon River. It is a place as far from reality as I could get. I guess using the word living, would be a stretch. I was existing, escaping, all the imperfectness of a world I had nothing to do with creating, contributing to, or so I felt at the time. I had always found peace in the ...
Road Trippin
“Where are we to go? Every year it becomes the question I fear, as there is no agreeable destination. Planning has a way of destroying the very thing you wish to accomplish. Spontaneity is one way to invoke the intended hope of something poignant, interesting, different than last year, or the year before that…but it always seems to end with having forgot something. Or something happening you hadn’t anticipated, which of course you would have had, had it not been for the newly acquired spontaneity. Then there is the car overheating, the failed tire, watching your tent being dragged into the for...
Golden Repair
I’m not going to say another word. There’s really no point. We go round and round and round. It’s just so tedious.Of course this is a waste of time—and money. But I’ve found that in almost thirty years of marriage to her, she is an expert at doing both—often simultaneously. She could teach classes on how to waste her time and my money to make herself feel better. Does she want me to be happier? Then www.onedoor.ccshe should just let me be me. She remembers me, right? Same guy she’s known for decades. I’m not that hard to figure out.I work. I come home. I watch a little television. I drink a half dozen beers...
Shall Do Us Part
Shall Do Us Part By Anyango Nyalang’o The orange sun ped straight for the horizon in the west as the darkness from the east rose. It was time. A time they’d hoped would never arrive but had. Mark placed his palms on her cheeks and squeezed. Looking into her eyes he said, “I will miss you. I’m thankful I was able to get one more chance to see you and tell you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me.” He took her hand in his and ran her fingers on his lips, “this smile is because of you. I will always love you.” At that moment the sun and horizon touched and light shot from the uni...