U_Just Like the Ocean_New Year's Stranger_The Kid is Alright
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I realised, as she walked through the door, her arms so full of memorabilia of her life that she could barely see over the top of them, that this was the last of her things - she was really moving in here with me.We had been tentative about this move, there was so much working against us. She was going to cross an ocean to be with me, in a country where she didn't speak the language. Hell, I barely spoke English. I learned it for the sole purpose of communicating with her better.She had so much more to learn though, but learn she did. She learned to enjoy the different flavours of our food - a...
Just Like the Ocean
“Oh my God!” Whitney’s mind raced through all the things that were said as she peeked through the blinds at the two figures approaching her front door. One was, of course, her boyfriend for the past six months. She loathed the term “boyfriend.” It made her think of all the guys she used to hang out with at the YMCA when she was in middle school. None of them were looking to be anything more than a buddy to her awkward, skinny, too-tall, freckled self.None of that mattered now. She had Braxton, even if he was “just a boyfriend.”Six months of dating was a long time for her and it had sped by in ...
New Year's Stranger
I gazed over longingly towards Eric’s desk. He’s my manager and proof to me that God exists. I could see into his office and I’m in the perfect location to secretly adore him. I observe him taking calls, studying numbers and just breathing. Suddenly, he looks in my direction. Oh no! I’ve just been caught staring like a creepo. I instinctively fake cough and turn in my swivel office chair with such force, I actually spin twice completely before regaining control. I smile painfully and then stare at my computer. He looks slightly bewildered and then continues doing his work. I wonder if that was...
The Kid is Alright
"Listen. Listen..." You're always telling me to listen.I. Hear. You.Yesterday, when I was experimenting with the bang of my milk glass against the walls and cabinets; I heard you. I understand you have strong feelings when your precious glasses break all over, but I quite like the way one thing can become many smawww.onedoor.ccller things. And the way glass makes that high pitch sound and just shatters in that way it does… It brings me joy.And, I should mention that when I broke the glass yesterday, I was, in-fact, attempting the learn more about sound before my instrument found resonance with the living ro...