A SMALL COINCIDENCE_Until Regrets Replace Dreams_The Drunken Starfish_Blooming
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A SMALL COINCIDENCE
Word count: 1,045 wordsA SMALL COINCIDENCE1Thaddeus Coughlin cooked his boiled egg and toasted his muffin on the old cast iron stove at his apartment on Boylston Street, Boston. It was 1921、 He was 64 years old, had never married, and had worked as the manager of a store that sold ladies’ clothing for ten years, but he was thinking of retiring. Would his pension be enough?He sipped his tea and wondered about his future. The prospect of taking a wife had never occurred to him - he was solitary and content that way. There had been a young woman at the shop, a Miss Timmons, he’d flirted with eigh...
Until Regrets Replace Dreams
“Happy Birthday to you—” sang the small crowd of familiar faces, clapping and cheering. Teary-eyed, Richard looked around the room with much appreciation at those who were much beloved, thosewww.onedoor.cc who were tolerated, and those who were somewhere in between. Thank you, he whispered. Someone handed him his youngest grandchild. He held the infant like a practiced father and stepfather and grandfather. Cameras flashed and women ooh-ed and aah-ed. He smiled at his second wife, the one who seemed to bring peace to the valley of the shadow of death. She had restored so much of what had been lost over the...
The Drunken Starfish
He's purring underneath the morning, there. Ah, heavy, heavy, disparate morning.... &…. & See the red cups there and there and there. Notice the blandished headache. Notice the trees. Notice the cool, kissing breath of early morning. Notice the boy stumbling drunkenly north down Forrey St. to the bus-stop on Greenleaf. Notice how ecstatic he looks. Notice his disheveled beautiful and ugly facial expressions. Notice the small, oily stain on his leather jacket. Notice his hair awry, his eyes sunken and young and full of purply hungover youth. Notice alike the couple standing together across t...
Blooming
"Actually maybe you should go to bed at an appropriate time tonight, because you know ... you have the ability to do that, unlike myself. I don't need or want to talk to you when I get home. I actually want absolutely nothing to do with you."Message sent."Why are we even together anymore? Is it just for Mary at this point? That's what it feels like. There's no real camaraderie, there's no affection to fall back on during tough times. There's not even mutual understanding between us. It feels like we've just gotten comfortable with the way things are and are too scared for a change. You once as...