What he didn’t say

Ron Lach on Pexels.com Something wasn't right. The twinge in her stomach told her so. Her eyes confirmed it was so. He was supposed to be there. But there was no sign of his form, his face. Had he changed his mind? Couldn't go through with it any more? No. Nervous energy traveled through her, …

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BIG LOVE

Photo by Clara The day he died, we started to live. We were lucky that way - being alive. Many don't make it. On his last day I was under the bed making myself as flat as possible; willing myself into the floorboards. The door was locked, but that gave me little reassurance. If he …

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Time

Time is a peculiar thing. It exists as a specific amount (24 hours, 10 minutes, 2 seconds) and yet, our perception of time rarely corresponds to this fixed data. Sitting bored, staring at the wall feels like hours. Waiting for results on a biopsy; an agonizing eternity. Time spent with a new love; a blurry …

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A Sun Kissed Death

They buried him under a blazing midday sun. Earlier that morning, with birds twittering and summer breezes blowing, it was downright mean to be made to enter the dimly lit funeral parlor, with its slight chill and nauseating blend of flowers and disinfectant. In fact, the contrast was so extreme so as to produce anxiousness …

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Elizabeth Gilbert’s City of Girls

What a read! A confession of sorts within an answer to a question..."What were you to my father?" A declaration of having existed on this earth and left a mark. The highs are dizzyingly so and the lows are lower than pond scum. Somewhere in between is the exercise of living. Living to do, to …

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Un omp (An immigrant)

On a wall, tucked in a corner, there is a poem entitled, A Man. It is primarily born from the sadness and mixed emotions of a daughter losing her father. However, it is also a tale of the immigrant experience. My hope is that it will act as food for thought for all those who …

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The wicked

Despondency has an address, and this is it. Our house is one of a series of identical houses on the fringes of this forest. The ever present dankness and semi shadow is meant to humble and educate. From an early age blind obedience and outright denial of any desire or ambition for 'things' outside the …

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Snippets of life (from A to Z) “J”

THE LETTER "J" Jingle bells plays in the background. In the living room lots of jostling and jabbering going on. Jovial conversation, fills the air, as friends and family come and go. The last of the Christmas gifts being placed under the jam-packed tree. Cousins, uncles and aunts jubilantly singing along full of holiday spirit …

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Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “S”

The Letter "S" Solitary and solicitous to remain so, or so, he thought. He shunned prosaic societal situations and opted for studious accomplishments instead. He was, as Morrissey said, “of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.” Known, to the immediate family by the sobriquet lone wolf. He shied away from silliness and scenarios yielding satisfactory …

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A simple life

Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row houses, is one of uncertain suspension and despondency given the overall grey dominating the scene. Still, a few of the homes, in an attempt at bursts of …

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