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The Big Road Trip
AmyIt was supposed to be the best time of our lives. We’d just graduated from high school. Our boyfriends suggested a summer road trip.“I don’t know,” I said to Mike. “Why do you want to drive all the way across the country now, only to have to drive back again, get your stuff and go back across the country for school?”“That’s the beauty of it,” he said. “I’m going to take all my stuff with me. You guys can help me unpack at UCLA, then fly back home, and leave for college.”“It will be awesome,” my twin sister Hannah said. “A summer alone with Mike and Greg. And when we get to L.A. we can final...
On a Summer Road Trip with 'the Girls"
On a Summer Road Trip with ‘the Girls’From the time that they actually were ‘girls’, these three women, Lydia, Sarah, and Sydney (her parents didn’t know whether they wanted a boy or a girl, but they liked the name) had always referred to themselves as ‘the girls’. In their mid-forties they even had the two words tattooed on their left forearms, all doing it at the same time at the same tattoo parlour. That way no one would chicken out. They had become close friends as teenagers, and became well-known at their high school for their sarcasm, and their ability to stand up verbally to teenage bo...
Where The Reflection Stops
In retrospect, it was kind of odd Kitten never wondered where the old mirror came from. It was rather blatantly out in the open, set next to the spiraling grand staircase. Actually, that might be why she never really saw it before, the staircase kinda stole all the grand old thing’s attention. There absolutely would have been some if Mr. Staircase wasn’t there. The mirror was a floor to ceiling affair, all dulled silver with drops of faint gold embedded in the dark spirals framing it. The oak it was built into shone, like someone polished it, then skipped the mirror. It took her a while to n...
Clarity
“We tested it by…”“Using the stats…”“Testing this idea, we found…”“Experimenting with this…”I walk around, submerged in thousands of voices. Iwww.onedoor.ccn this grand place, I am only one small person. Who am I?Everyone here knows who they are and what they are doing… so who am I in all of this? Do I even belong here?All around me, people talk in sophisticated voices about technological matters. I can barely decipher their words. Everything blends together. All the voices, all the photos, all the people. Everything swirls and swirls into infinity. Nothing is clear. I can’t quite grasp this feel...