Beer and Halloween_Flashbulb memories_Harbinger of Death_Send in the Clowns
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Beer and Halloween
It was three days before Halloween. Jake and Darren were sitting in Jake's living room watching a movie and drinking beer. That was their favorite pastime.Jake stopped just before taking another drinwww.onedoor.cck and looked as though he had just the greatest thought in history."You know what would be fun to do on Halloween?" he asked."Scaring the crap out of trick-or-treaters?""Well, yeah, that would be cool but I was thinking of getting drunk and spending the night in a graveyard.""You are a special kind of stupid, aren't you?""It would be creepy fun," Jake said."It might be at that," Darren said. "Ar...
Flashbulb memories
In what I believe to be my first waking memory, I’m watching a scene unfold in two vignettes. The first one contains my mother, who’s slamming the front door as she leaves our home. I can’t see her face or hear her voice, but I know it’s my mother because she was gone for a while thereafter.The second vignette contains my father, wedged between my sister and I in an embrace. We’re sitting on a sofa and crying into his figure, a consequential response to my mother’s grand exit. Oddly, my vantage point in this memory is askew. I have no recall of burying my face in my father’s arms, or looking a...
Harbinger of Death
Waking up in cold sweat, Lia panted as she pushed aside her blanket and got up from her bed, putting on her house slippers. As she opened the window, she took a deep breath and sighed, glancing at the bright, pearly moon above the star-encrusted sky. It's just a nightmare, she told herself, rubbing her forearms. It's not real, it was just another dream, that's all.For months, she was plagued with nightmarish dreams every single night, to the point that she dreaded falling asleep. Her mother told her that she needed to pray more, which Lia did. Convincing her to therapy was a bad idea, for it a...
Send in the Clowns
“I expect everyone will be there.” Emmett drove south on the 41、 “I’m with you. Stick to your guns, Emmett.” “Yeah, that means a lot, Grace. It wouldn’t be a holiday without some kind of verbal fisticuffs. I just can’t pretend anymore.” “You shouldn’t. It’s your life. ” Grace took in the sights as they drove through Sarasota, Emmett’s home town. He hadn’t been back since he left for college. His family’s roots went back a century. Circus roots. He pointed at the Ringling mansion, Ca’ d’Zan. “Let’s tour it this week. Amazing place. A lot of history.” At a stop light they watched the pedestrians...