Dump the Garbage, Make Room for Glitter_Free Parking_A Big Oops_The Longing
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Dump the Garbage, Make Room for Glitter
“As you continue to breathe and go inward, you notice that you are getting very relaxed,” the hypnotherapist said as she guided her client into a deep state of trance. While Hannah had been a hypnotherapist for seven years, she had spent her lifetime helping people rewrite the scripts to their lives. In junior high, she was like Lucy from Charlie Brown, with friends seeking her out during lunch period for advice. One even told her, as an adult, that she had saved her life.On this particuwww.onedoor.cclar day, Hannah’s client was returning for another issue. They had successfully worked together in getting ...
Free Parking
The young man running down the front steps of the apartment building towards Doug had trouble keeping his bathrobe closed. He was visibly angry and with every exaggerated step of his loafers the garment would fall out of his hands. “Wait! Wait! I’m gonna move it” The chunky black printer on Doug’s belt purred. He ripped the ticket from the teeth of the machine and slid it into a bright envelope that was then stuck underneath the windshield wiper of the Jetta. “It’s too late.” Doug said while pointing a thick finger to a “resident's only” sign.The man’s eyes face reddened as if he was chokin...
A Big Oops
Mary had worked everyday for the past seventeen years — including Sundays — to be where she is now. When she announced her two week long vacation the staff couldn‘t believe their ears. Everyone started whispering, trying to guess what made the CEO finally take a break. Did someone die? Maybe a significant other convinced her she should? No, everyone in her family was in perfect health, and her marital status remained the same: married to work.That’s how she liked it, though. Her life being private and no one questioning her. It had taken her a long time to get that respect so she was going to ...
The Longing
Summer, 1961 My older sister moved back home after a month with a new accent and a listless gaze. She went away to forge new life for herself in Chicago when she was fifteen and returned without hope, her expression drawn and sad, her wallet full but her face empty. After she got back I’d wake up sometimes at night, from the heat, and her bed would be empty. She and I didn’t go to school anymore, not for years. The superintendents didn’t think it was worth climbing the hill to check on us kids. It is hard to climb a thorny hill and convince a father that his daughters ought not to be working b...