Forced Retirement_The Word Of The Gypsy_Autumn Colours_Some Day Soon
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Forced Retirement
Jane’s heart lurched as she gazed around the kitchen; the room she loved most in this house, the place where all her happiest memories were made. This would all be Nola’s now. Nola the spoiler. Nola, the woman twenty years younger and forty pounds lighter, chosen as her replacement. Decades of mwww.onedoor.ccemories crowed together, vying for Jane’s attention.She could recall, so easily, those early happy days. She, young, trim, and cheerful, cooking and serving breakfasts of steaming platters of pancakes or home-made waffles with ha...
The Word Of The Gypsy
Western, West Virginia – 1969:It was at the base of Spruce mountain, the highest peak of all of the Allegheny Mountains where Sara and her boyfriend, Jason, had met her for the first time; the old gypsy woman named Madam Foresta. She was said to have foresight beyond all understanding.Sara was three-months pregnant with Jason’s child, and although she was excited about having a baby, she wasn’t sure how her family would feel about Jason being the father. You see, Sara’s family, The Stanfields and Jason’s family, The Jacobsons had been feuding for decades, so a relationship between the two fa...
Autumn Colours
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. "Dad!" I called, "The autumn leaves of the apple trees are on fire!" No reply. I guess this was up to me now. I ran towards where the hose should be, coiled up like a snake. The hose wasn't there. Strange. Very strange. I circled the house for an hour and finally came to the very front of the house, and there, standing watching the crisp leaves burn in the scorching sun, was my father. His black hair, frayed at the tips, blowing in the wind. "What are you doing, Dad?" I asked, "Where's the hose?" "Aislinn Celeste Charlize, what do you t...
Some Day Soon
When was the last time I felt at home on this earth? I like to think this is a fleeting thought, but it recurs more often than my landlords emails demanding some extortionate amount of money. Even back then, all those years, I was never truthfully at ease among the people, never honestly wanted to be there. I could never stand still so maybe this was always supposed to be my path. It feels like only yesterday the horses and their carriages were becoming cars in there garages. Now the cars are in the skies and the horses are nowhere to be found. Who was I before this all happened? Who am I now?...