"Hey, Look What I Got!"_An Unintended Indiscretion_Falling Into Place_Fading in to nothing
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"Hey, Look What I Got!"
“Hey, look what I got!” Claire ran to her open-armed mother and accepted the offering, embracing the warmth as the feeling of glee overtook her completely. She would never let herself forget the happiness her mom’s touch would give her, the blanket of comfort and security it created; a safe haven. Every so often, the young girl let herself imagine the absence of such familiarity. Being stripped of all she knew, being left alone to fend for herself. Perhaps she would no longer remain in the same reality, perhaps the truancy of her everyday life would be the downfall she feared. A void. She woul...
An Unintended Indiscretion
An Unintended Indiscretion “You’ll never be content,” her mother predicted. “I know you too well. He’s all wrong for you.” In anwww.onedoor.cc act of unabashed rejection of parental prognostication, Tolova said. “I know what’s right for me,” and moved in with a man who was a student at Julliard, aspiring to write opera, worked nights playing piano in a neighborhood bar and sang Sundays with an oratorio group. Their single room was in a fifth-floor walk-up in Greenwich Village. “Our lives are like Mimi and Rodolfo in La Bohème," Tolova told her friends. "Mother was wrong. I am… we are,” she corrected, “poor...
Falling Into Place
“I’ve got a plan. ”“But Gi-Gi, that isn’t how you start stories!”Melena pouted, looking up into her grandpa’s soft wrinkly face with a look full of discontent and annoyance. “Not all stories begin like every other, and this is a special story that I’ll tell you.” He gently pointed out, choosing to pay no mind to the his grandaughters prickly tone, mistaking it for a simple enquiry about his word choice. Feeling agitated, Melena looked down instead Her snowball pom-poms bouncing against her leather boots. Grumbling, a bit upset she asked, “Well how’s that any more special than the others?” Pick...
Fading in to nothing
-"My mother has been fighting, or rather, against dementia for two years." she sighs. "I don't know what to say to her when I'm on the phone." She briefly rubs her fingers on her cell phone lying next to her on the couch, as if asking her mother's forgiveness for talking about her with me." "How about hello? That is always a good start?" I suggest. In response, she raises her eyebrows in boredom. -"Or I love you..." This time she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head vehemently. -"She is talking more and more about her parents." she tries to sound light-hearted, but it comes out rather ru...