The Bibliophagist's Magic Shop_That was Then, This is Now_Forward_Painting Lessons
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The Bibliophagist's Magic Shop
Ever since the new Wal-Mart opened by the interstate, there wasn’t much for us to do except throw rocks at the old sock factory. Someone tried to get an Anklebiter football team going, but no adult we knew had the time or inclination to volunteer—since working the night shift at Gas-N-Go takes a toll on a body. “Maybe your stepdad could coach?” I asked Marcus.“Nah. All he does is smoke and fuss at the dogs. Besides, I don’t think he’ll be around much longer.” Marcus had been my best friend since I could remember. He’d had several stepfathers, each one meaner than the last. But the latest versi...
That was Then, This is Now
|February 23|The door creaked open ever so gently as his body moved through the wooden frame. Hours and hours have passed. Days have turned into night. He knew that she would be asleep by now; she always was. After freeing his keys from the lock, he stepped further in and removed his shoes, placing them neatly on the nearby shoe-rack. Noticing a light from the kitchen, he made his way there with a warm feeling filling his chest. Sitting in the middle of the table was a plate just for him with a small note on the side.Went to bed early. Reheat for 2 minutes. Love you! He smiled at the note and ...
Forward
Suitcase in hand, you head for the station. You gently close the door behind you, careful not to wake anyone inside. Walking along the phalanx of ranch-style suburban homes, you see the yellow taxi parked in the cul-de-sac at the end of the road, just as you had arranged. As you make your way along the sidewalk and ornate poplar trees, you notice the streetlights turning off, one by one, acquiescing to the blue-grewww.onedoor.ccy of dawn’s early light.You get in the cab, placing your suitcase in the seat next to you. “Bus station, 4th and Walnut” you say. The cab driver acknowledges and sets off. Your gaze ...
Painting Lessons
I turn off the lights and lock the lobby door to J. Lewis & Sons Accounting Services. It’s only eighteen minutes after five on a Friday afternoon and I am the only fool who hasn’t started the weekend festivities of soaking in the long-missed sunshine. In downtown Chicago, we know how to celebrate a mild and sunny spring day in April because they arrive few and far between. At least, I think it’s warm out. I check the weather app on my phone. Sixty degrees with no wind. A stellar day for most, but I am dragging. Every part of me moves slowly except for my mind which is racing. My thoughts have ...