A different kind of night_The Daisy Wedding_A Handful of Herbs_The Gelatin Powder
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A different kind of night
He was cloaked in a long, black trenchcoat that nearly grazed the rocky path beneath him. His equally black fedora, hung low over his face, casting shadows in every direction when the moonlight hit it just right. From my perch high up in our small apartment, nestled in a mountain of pillows on my window seat, I was unable to tell if his scuffed trainers made any noise as he paced up and down the street. 5 minutes turned to 10, which quickly became 30 and then an hour. And yet he kept pacing; I kept watching. Whatever shreds of drowsiness that had remained, had immediately vanished once I saw t...
The Daisy Wedding
When we all got the invite to Aleta’s wedding I can’t say it was surprising. Even if it was summer of 2000 and Aleta was getting www.onedoor.ccmarried just shy of her 20th birthday. Insanity or genius? Why do we fear the marrying of the young?At my secular university campus getting married at such an age was an anomaly. But Aleta was part of the enviable and sheltered world of bible college, or “bridal college” as one of my summer profs called it.There we were the five of us packed into one of our parent’s cars heading to the small town whose claim to fame was the small bible college. None of us were in a s...
A Handful of Herbs
Every time I visit you, which is roughly once a year, I notice, the sharp edges of the glass, cemented on top of the high compound wall have become fewer and grown smoother.The iron gate, on the threshold of which we grandchildren sat on those summer evenings, as you called out to the passing ice apple vendor and peeled the juicy delicate fruits on which we pounced and suckled like piglets, could use a coat of paint.There is still that pomegranate tree with its gnarly branches, guava with its mottled leaves, and bushes of plantains with their brown peeling skin in your garden. But the snap bea...
The Gelatin Powder
A young woman with a Superwoman stance to rival its founder eyed the bakery before her. Despite her being overworked, her uniform was as crisp as this morning’s winter winds. It always was. “They completely shattered the door and made a mess of the whole place just to steal a cupcake and a tub of gelatin powder.” Her squinted eyes, pursed lips, and cocked head were the holy trinity of her concentration.Then, her work phone rang. “Officer Morton speaking.”“It’s the lab. We got back the results on the powder.” The voice stopped.With her head now cocked in the other direction, Morton took notice...