Lorna shuffles along, curved shoulders hunched slightly forward, bald spot at the back of her head. Every morning she combs and teases the brittle numbered follicles that remain, in a last ditch effort to hide the circle of shame atop her head. Still fastidiously neat, being old school, she swipes lipstick across her thinning lips …
Tag: friends
Everything’s not copacetic
George Negritsoyski on Pexels.com New York Spring 1953 - two friends sitting at a corner table in a packed bar drinking and smoking talk about their future ROSIE - the girl JEAN - the guy TOM - Rosie's boyfriend THE BARTENDER A COUPLE AT ANOTHER TABLE and roll em... J: Come on Rosie, let's beat …
Expectations
Great Expectations THAT DAY was a day like every other. Maybe it was this awareness that tipped the scale. We'll never know. But, you know people, we live to surmise. Thing is, Jeffrey was bored, really bored and had been for quite a while. I remember him saying to me one day that he was …
Antitheses
Photo by Kei Scampa They literally collided, one day, in the hallway at work. One was turning a corner, rather sharply, arms loaded with supplies and the other was bee-lining it to the bathroom. From the get go, they were not mutually simpatico. A superficial dusting unearthed a snobbish pedantic know it all to one …
Linked
They walked home from the party, arms linked. The next morning, the tiny flat they shared would reek of that funky "the day after smell" of cigarette smoke. Both were slightly drunk and terribly happy, as neither one needed to go in to work the next day. Jules' evening shift at the restaurant had been …
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 …
Ethan Hawke’s A Bright Ray of Darkness
The sky will not stop sobbing. When Zeus thunders, my dog Charlie follows suit, bursting into aggressive high pitched barks. Candles are lit and soft jazzy tunes play in the background. I am giving it all I have got to remain happy and optimistic on day 4 of unabated downpour after downpour after downpour. Gloom …
Teju Cole’s Open City
modern stream of consciousness I have just shut this book; still warm to the touch. It is the first time I have read this Nigerian-American author's work. Psychiatry, music, history, religion, race are all covered within its pages, but not in the usual vein. It is a multi layered, sophisticated and real read. There is …
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “G”
THE LETTER "G" Governing the night were: gritty interiors, grimy toilets, great music, gutsy performances, gargantuan gin and tonics, good friends with garish hair and gregarious strangers sporting equally gaudy dos. Exercise was gyrating and grinding on the dance floor or aerobicizing in the gym. Guzzling life was our mantra. Stir and repeat. Great times …
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