Fishing: A Painful Catharsis_Heirloom_I'm Out of the Band_Songs From the Past
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Fishing: A Painful Catharsis
“I’m sorry.”The words felt so jagged when they came out of my mouth. It took me twelve years to say it, and after saying those two words, I feel empty. For those years, I www.onedoor.cchad been planning and thinking of this moment–now that it’s here, how has it gone so soon?Hours before, I had decided to go fishing. It wasn’t a big event, but it wasn’t a small one either. Fishing to me is like vacationing for other people. Most people do it often, but it’s always something that requires everyone’s attention. The only difference with my fishing is that it only required one person’s attention. Mine.There’s a...
Heirloom
The darkness is gone and suddenly I’m alive. The wipe of the towel on my eyes and face reveal the sunshine. A man wearing a hat is finishing up polishing my painted metal body. My brothers and sisters are ahead of me and behind me. Each one with a golden pole standing them upright ready for the endless race. When does it start? I wonder.There is a lot of waiting and quiet. Suddenly organ music plays and my pole pulls me up then down as the world spins around me. We’re off! Exhilaration fills my heart. This is what I was made for.It still feels like something is missing… We travel around some m...
I'm Out of the Band
Sarah North was the lead singer of an all-girl music group called Sarah and the Sparkletones. The members all came from different backgrounds and played different instruments. Sarah was American and the lead singer. Chiyoko was Japanese and played the drums. Romy was German and played the saxophone. Anoushka was Russian and played the electric guitar. Josefina was Brazilian and played the acoustic guitar. Mia was Australian and played the violin. Vivienne was French and played the snare drum. Zalika was Ethiopian and played the keyboards. Nancy was British and played the bass guitar. Alexandri...
Songs From the Past
Songs From the Past -“Miss Hazel!” Miss Hazel!”Hazel Cummings walked slowly to her apartment door, shaking her head in dismay. Oh, my goodness! It just can’t be that Giselle woman again! She sighed in exasperation. This was the third time today! Peering through the peephole with one eye, Hazel saw her neighbor’s dark profile and troubled look. She sighed again, wondering what it could possibly be this time. This Giselle person was truly getting on her last nerve. First it had been an egg she wanted to borrow, then a return of a pan she had borrowed from yesterday, now what else? The young woma...