Mom's for Christmas_Fragment Noir_The Ecstasy of Salvation_Shifting Roots
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Mom's for Christmas
It was mid-November when Anna realized that she didn’t have plans for the holidays. She had family, her mom and brother, but she avoided them as much as possible. Last Christmas, she promised her mom that she would start back in the fall, but she had made the same promise many times. She meant it each time, but then life happened and months turned into years, every semester with a different excuse. She lived above a bar in downtown, where she worked as a bartender four days a week. She was basically the perfect employee, if you didn't count being on time. On her days off she shopped, she had a...
Fragment Noir
Can you see me? No, of course, you can´t. And you never will: I´m no longer amongst the living. Don´t worry! I just want to share my story with you, after that you will never see me again. I hope I can leave a fragment of myself. Some effervescent essence as a souvenir of who I was. No, you don´t know me. You might think you do, from what you´ve read in the newspaper but that was never me! I was never anything more than a projection of male anxiety. Don´t worry: I´m not the menace they made me out to be in the papers. I wasn´t 33, but 29, and I most certainly didn´t make a career out of wreck...
The Ecstasy of Salvation
I sat under a canopy tree. My clothes were sweaty and soaked from the humidity, and the tired-looking bum boats rushed back and forth across the bay, colliding as they maneuvered into Changi port. Lines filled quickly, and everyone bustled to make the next ride."Where do you come from?" one of the boat owners asked me."The United States," I replied. "Ah," he said, seeming surprised, "welcome, welcome. But first - the ride costs four Singapore," he said, with noticeable haste. As I pulled the money out, he talked with a distinct accent, and it was the first time I noticed what the natives calle...
Shifting Roots
I know you are miffed with me right now, but you will thank me when I’m not around.When I showed you the e-brochure of Saket Retwww.onedoor.ccirement Homes last week, you scoffed at the grey-haired, brightly clothed couple cornering a football on the lawn, and remarked, “As if they can kick it around without getting a cramp and their backs singing to them at night.” This ridicule, when I had carefully eliminated the ones that were named as senior homes, old age homes, and assisted living! I knew you would have never even considered taking a look at them. You believe we are not that old. I too believe in you...