Illuminate_The Bell Jar_The Black Rabid_Riddled Realities
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Illuminate
An air of stillness hangs in the apartment as Layna scrubs the next pan from the pile of dishes. One dish, then the next. Fixated on a singular task. Occasional sounds of running water or a dish bumping the sink break through the silence that Layna has created for herself. Even as the apartment lock clicks and the door opens, Layna grabs the next item and continues to wash, paying no attention to her partner, Aella, hesitantly entering the kitchen from behind. Startled out of her trance by a hand on her shoulder, Layna drops the knife she had been mindlessly rinsing. The knife falls into the ...
The Bell Jar
Ringing. Somewhere from the other side of his dream, Edward could hear the ringing. It reached across the landscape of subconscious, pushing down the nocturnal thoughts of his sleeping mind and ever-so-briefly opening that door between two worlds. The second ring of the cell phone resting atop his nightstand slammed that mystical door further shut. He awoke. Edward glanced at the www.onedoor.ccdigital clock as he groped awkwardly in the darkness to find the phone. The clock’s bright red numbers cut though the darkness of the room telling him it was 3:20 a.m. Phone calls to a clergyman in the early hours o...
The Black Rabid
The black rabbit showed up in their back yard the same week that the family of Gambel’s Quail started their tentative outings from the back gate to the lavender bush and from there to the safety of the wall on the west side. The Quail’s plumage, bobbing upright on their heads, like an ornate legionnaire’s plume or that of a Swiss Guard, gave them a slightly pompous look. Gambel’s Quail spend most of their time foraging on the dry ground leaving them especially vulnerable to cats, coyotes and raptors. They are amongst the first to call out early in the morning, taking the census no doubt. Despi...
Riddled Realities
Human love is but a swift steed. Human anger is but an indomitable wolf. Human grief is but a dainty bird.I carefully made my way across the road, the laces of my shoes brushing the tarmac. I ought to have tied them but anticipation held me in its relentless grip. Pausing before the gate, I breathed out slowly, looking at the unremarkable grey colour. The street was quiet at this time; the late afternoon silence and the slight bite of chill to the languishing air made me shiver involuntarily. I maneuvered past the gate that was always open, the gate that looked drab but seemed to extend its un...