The Storyteller's Cat_Destination: Trouble_A Father Lost_Double Black Diamond
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The Storyteller's Cat
The cat left through the back door. It returned twice. I own three cats. All of them are named after famous authors and poets. There’s Rilke, with his folded gray ears and robust body. Wilde, the tabby, with stripes and a lithe crooked frame. Finally, Shakespeare—or Will—a kitten with heterochromia and one missing ear. Often, I stared at that missing space, thinking of how and when it occurred, for an ear didn’t simply go missing. It had to be stolen. That morning I fed Rilke and Wilde, happily watching their mouths move. The winter sunlight streamed through my living room and landed coldly o...
Destination: Trouble
I closed my eyes, as I passed through the prison gates. Fear kept them shut, not daring to discover I was only dreaming. Three years behind prison walls had diminished my world to an eight by six jail cell and an open area surrounded by towering walls. To dream something bigger was almost sacrilegious. Not until I felt the cool, fresh breeze brush across my face did I dare to open them. When I did, I found myself facing a landscape stretching for miles ahead. Green carpet laid before me, to be touched at the seams by a brilliant blue sky. The view was almost unimaginable. I drew in a deep bre...
A Father Lost
A Father LostGraceI was about six at the time. Yeah six. Maybe seven? Either way, it was about fifteen years ago, and mother was in a coma.Okay so, give me a break here. I was six, and my dad just up and says that mom wasn’t ever coming back! Can you believe that!? Who does that!?Right, so on to the story. So, he sits me down under the oak tree in our backyard, on that creaky wooden bench… God knows how that thing is still hanging.He says to me, “Listen, honey.” Takes a long pause. I look up at him, just kind of, you know, knowing that I’ve got to hear what he has to say. “Do you remember tha...
Double Black Diamond
Snapping his goggles into place, Maurice exclaims, “What a beautiful day!”Sean’s smile flashes as he too slips off the bench. “I’ve been waiting for a bluebird like this all season.”Having secured an early seat on the lift with his three companions, and now clearing the off ramp at the top, Paul cheerfully asks the group, “So, we’re all doing ‘The View Pwww.onedoor.ccoints’?”Gary hesitates as the other two nod and smile. “I’m not in the mood for something so tame. Is anyone interested in going down ‘Mind Games’ with me?”All three spin on the tips of their skis and stare at him. Sean is aghast, “First run of...