Election Party_Ding Dong!_My People_Blue Flowers
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Election Party
Bernice walked into Agnus's office. "Are you coming tonight?" Bernice asked. She had been planning an election party for months and expected it to be celebratory. Agnus nodded. Even though Bernice was a very well-respected professor and active on campus, she spent most of her evenings alone. She was nervous about having an event at home. Bernice decided to have an election watch party at home. The assistant professor, [[Julie, reluctantly agreed to go. Julie found it difficult to meet people in the small southern town. Julie arrived first and brought some chips and guacamole dip and Agn...
Ding Dong!
Inside the grey house on fourth street, a walk-in pantry lived to the left of and under the secret steps going upstairs. It’s shelves were many in as much as the pantry had a high ceiling. The top shelf was unobtainium. Or, Ding Dongs if you prefer the product name. Mom kept all the unobtainium up on the top shelf. Out of reach for children under eight years. Even if the three of them worked together to get a step ladder unfolded, pushed into the pantry, and lined up under the Ding Dongs. I know. We tried.High ceilings can sometimes feel like they are working against you. Here we are in a hou...
My People
The cluster of skyscrapers www.onedoor.ccthat define the city’s skyline loom impassively across the river, sparkling glass teeth sprouting from concrete gums under the red tongue of a late autumn sunset. Sometimes I marvel at the fullness of this city life—opportunities always available in the unknown, absolute freedom in every unfamiliar face, space to pursue passion without personal persecution. Other times I despair at its emptiness—anonymity dismissing family legacy, unpredictability abolishing comfort, novelty closing the door on community. I sit on a memorial bench placarded with a stranger’s name ove...
Blue Flowers
Placing a small headband littered with a few small blue flowers in my hair, I look at myself in the mirror and wish I had chosen a different hair style. This one makes me look too much like the one person I never want to be. I shrug to myself, knowing there is not much time now before I have to leave, so there is no fixing my hair to a different style. Hopefully, dressing myself with a smile is all I need to not be seen as her. Turning to the door, I make my way down to my car and drive over to my Grandma’s house. I have known her as Mawmaw my entire life, but I have to always explain to peop...