It’s all its quacked up to be_THE WAY IT IS/ THE WAY IT’S GOING TO BE_Contradiction_David
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It’s all its quacked up to be
I remember the duck pond, it was my reward, escape, and serenity. Watching the ducks was oddly calming; believe it or not they have their own little personalities and dramas. The one with the emerald green head was always chasing the brown and black speckled one with the furious honk. Teamwork was the deal of the day when someone put seed out – each wobbling up onto the bank and eating from the communal table. This was how people were supposed to get along- not kicking, screaming, fighting and terrified. ---My father and stepmother never should have been parents. Denise was a daughter of an...
THE WAY IT IS/ THE WAY IT’S GOING TO BE
The bills were piled loosely to theright of the home-made ledger. A pen, blue and white with the words, “take it on,” printed along the side rested on the empty pages of the ledger. Besid e that was her pay cheque for two weeks waitressing at the neighbourhood drive-through diner. A half filled cup of warm coffee sat by the bills and the Buz Light Year figure lay just beyond the clutter of the dirty dinner dishes. Joan, a bit over-weight woman in her early forties, was hunched over the mess in front of her. With her left hand she slowly removed the wisp of premature grey hair from her face and...
Contradiction
The brunette medical student sat down at a table in the restaurant, it was one of those odd rustic places that desired to look like a hole in the wall, but you knew that everything in it could only be bought by someone who worked in finance or medical administration. A desire of the elite to be vaguely accessible in a way they were not. She hated to admit that in the past few months she had become accustomed to this place, not by her own paycheck, but by that of a friend. The waitress walked over to the table, looked at the familiar patron, and handed her a menu. Alison draws her eyes to the d...
David
Saying goodbye is never easy. It brings a sadness in each one of us that runs deep in our soul that can only be comforted with time. It was the late 1970's in Los Angeles California when I had to say goodbye to a friend named David. It would be the first upset of many in my life.David was a thirteen year old teenage boy who lived next door to me. He was into scientific stuff and had gotten a chemistry set for Christmas one year. He would always show me slides of bugs and things through his microscope and even showed me a slide of blood once.( You would be surprised at what a drop of human bloo...