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Dead Fred
“What’s going on,” Berry demanded. “Why are all of you people in my living room?” No one answered, which frustrated him almost to the point of spontaneous combustion. He could feel his face heating up and he knew his face would be purple. He demanded louder, “Why the hell are you people in my living room and how the hell did you get in? What gives you the right to just come into my house?” Again, no answer… www.onedoor.cc“What do you think happened?”, he heard one lady say. He thought he had seen her before – someone from the neighborhood maybe. He inched closer to the circle of people. He recognized his ...
honey lavender matcha latte
We hadn’t seen each other in two years, hadn’t spoken or even texted since then, until she liked my post about moving to the city and asked, in a comment, if she could show me the best coffee in Chicago. And I, having no friends and a roommate I’d just met and didn’t care for, said yes.She called me twenty minutes before we were supposed to meet. Her name flashed across my phone and I was momentarily confused. I hadn’t heard from her since our conversation in the Facebook comments, and had convinced myself we weren’t still meeting. After all, college acquaintances say all the time that they wa...
Lilacs, Cherry Blossoms, and Sand
Julia and Bob danced in front of the reception crowd and everyone was having a blast. The DJ played “Atomic Dog” and that got a lot of people out of their seats and onto the dance floor. Julia and Bob got down, shaking their rumps and laughing.Carole and I were at our table in the reception hall, which was catty corner to the open bar. We took turns getting a drink and watched the crowd dance. Everyone else who sat with us got up to dance, except for some of my older relatives who were content with admiring the rest of us celebrate.“Just play it cool,” Carole said. “At least we made it to the ...
Chicken Lips
Hurry up! It was Saturday morning and the chickens were arising, Feathers ruffled and beaks slapped with bright- Croissant,NO, Crescent, NO Cerulean? Certainly not, Oh! the word is- CRIMSON red lipstick Because these chickens were ready And they were ready to party. They had been planning this trip since the beginning of time, whether that meant they were first chickens or first eggs, mind you, and the day was finally, brilliantly and beautifully here. What good was sitting alone in the chicken coop when there was a world awaiting them? The geese went away for the winter, SO Why no...