On The House_Same Game, New Season_You forgot to ration time_A Letter From the Past To The Future
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On The House
A pale orange square-handled coffee mug sat on the counter in front of Nina as she sketched, completely oblivious to the din of the diner. “One slice of cherry pie, fresh out of the oven,” said Jess, the pregnant 32-year-old server. She placed a speckled blue plate with a slice of sweet, steaming pie on the counter.“I didn’t order that,” www.onedoor.ccsaid Nina, not bothering to look up from her sketchbook. Despite being almost forty, she spoke with the tone of a teenager. “Eat it. It’s on the house,” said Jess, a hint of motherly irritation in her voice. Nina was losing weight just as quickly as Jess was g...
Same Game, New Season
One glance and she knew it was Her, Beth’s hands clenched on the steering wheel, squeezing as if they were on Her throat. In an instance the anger and shame surged back, like it was yesterday, and her dream of strangling Her, causing Her as much pain as--Ba-dump! The van tires hit the curb, the small Eiffel tower dangling from the rearview mirror swung wildly. “OMG, I am late!” Tabitha said, mortified. Beth’s daughter, a long and lanky 12 year old jumped out of the car, her blue soccer jersey flapping behind her. In a matching blue jersey, Abby, a new player on the team, opened the door of...
You forgot to ration time
"Are you ready? We need to leave in fifteen minutes!" The sound of that voice was just enough whose pitch and tonality I had become so familiar with over three years of my life, wafting as casual as you please, all the way from the kitchen of my tiny two-bedroom flat. A screech wrenched itself out of my lips, and my body plummeted to the floor from my perch on the window seat. The fall knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping, wheezing, and breathless. Razor debris of thoughts flung to every nook and cranny of my mind. An endless mantra had begun chanting with all the haunting finesse ...
A Letter From the Past To The Future
To my future self, Marisol I don't know how the future came out for us. I hope it came out great. I hope you are having a lot of good times. We had great times during our younger years.I hope the future turned out better fo us, better than the past. Remembering the past is easy and I sure do hope you remember our past.Remember all the good times we had. The summers we spent with our family and friends. The vacations we took.Remember even the bad times. The lost friends, the lost family members, the lost jobs.Writing this letter, I don't want to dwell on the bad times, but reflect on the good t...