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TW: death.I read once that you had to accept everything life offered you with thankfulness. I was thankful for the gift of camaraderie I had received during preparation for the space mission. As I looked right from my tiny plastic seat, I saw a smile of excitement dancing on the lips of Big Brother. He was the oldest of us, forty-two, with fair soft hair I had wanted to ruffle from day one. His patronal tone left no doubt how he felt about us, the second generation of the spa...
“Thanks a lot.” Arthur said. His coworker – Anne – gave him his wedding ring back. She was stood in the snow with red cheeks and a camera between her hands. The wife of Arthur – Viola – had seen the whole ordeal from their house’s windows. Arthur did say thanks – but he didn’t try to get eye contact with Anne – and he didn’t care to talk about work with her. He just headed home – following his footprints that had plowed ...
“Happy birthday dear Slee-eem! Happy birthday to you! Funny thing is… I wrote this one,” Jello says, “when I was…like…really, really… I mean like…really…” Jello’s eyes are capital O wide and he stares at the ground without blinking, hypnotized by the fluorescent green shoelaces on his bother’s white canvas all-stars.Slim lifts an inquiring set of murky brown eyes and says, “Well? You were?” Slim’s skeleton sized arms shrug beneath dainty shoulders. “You were really, really… what?” His tone is almo...
In pain, grieving, love, hurt, and every emotion imaginable, he has been the one to stick beside me. Zane is single-handedly the reason I was able to get through the period of self-loathing I was in, for he stayed when no one else did. He listened. It was entirely unfamiliar to have someone to talk to, someone whom around, I was able to let down the walls guarding my heart. Of course, I am partly the reason I began to heal emotionally as well, for I did take that step to grow; however, it remains as clear as the sun on a peaceful afternoo...
Onboard an Angel Flight
An uncounted number of men and women have stepped up and served this country so that we might keep our freedoms. We should all be thankful when we get a chance to repay them. The story below is fictional, but the service that brings fallen soldiers home is real. Let us all give thanks.
A package has arrived in the post from Vienna today. That's not unusual. What is unusual is the way my mother, Antonie, thrusts it at me impatiently and says in a trembling voice, "It's for you, Maxie—hurry and open it.""Another art book? Mother, we still have plenty from Grandfather's house!"She winces as she always does when reminded of Grandfather Birkenstock, who had been a renowned art dealer and had a vast and valuable collection in his mansion in Vienna. After his death twelve years ago, it ...
Working in retail is a daily struggle, dealing with people of all kinds, and usually not the most pleasant, often the employees are overlooked as humans, and now with the current problems, there are those feeling underappreciated, and leaving because the job is just too stressful, of course there are also those who prefer government handouts rather than earning their way, but that’s another story altogether.
“Thanks a lot for answering the door for me, Mrs. Drew.” When it came to Tom’s mother, I was always polite. “How are you this morning?”She smiled at him. “Goodness, Alex. How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Paige, not Mrs. Drew. You make me feel like an old woman.”Alex smiled back at her. She was a very warm person and easy to talk to. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Drew, I mean Paige. Please forgive me. Is Tom up yet?”“Hush, now Alex. There’s nothing to forgive. Anyways, why would you think Tom is up? It is seven in the ...
“Thanks a lot mom.” Christina can already feel the rush of blood to her head that signals a migraine. Coming to her mother’s place had been a last resort. She feels like a teenager again. “I don’t need the everyday condescension and I need it even less while I’m in the middle of a divorce.”
Her mother, Lisa, shrugs bony shoulders and continues cutting the carrot resting on her cutting board. A pot of soup sit...
Thanks A lot
I wished I had never seen the message. I’ve had this nagging feeling these past few days that has been telling me that something just wasn’t right. Then this morning as I get on my face book account to just scan to see what has happened since my last visit early last night. And there it was....the words in my messages that my daughter’s father is dying.
My first thou...
When I’m ready, I reach for the door.The little brass knob is slick with wear. Branches of static shoot through my freezing fingertips as I fumble with it. I probably overreact, retracting my hand and hissing something my mother would have me go grab the soap over. Then, after cracking my neck (a nervous habit, I’m afraid), I try the knob again. This time, when I hear the tumblers click, I pull hard. The door at Cheerio’s has always been shy: in the summer, when the wood expands against the frame, it may as well be an or...
Thankfulness Died in Vietnam
Dirk Graham didn’t have an iota of anything to be thankful for; it just wasn’t in him anymore. Two tours in Vietnam and two of his best friends had been killed, and a third had been listed as an MIA. Pete Blackwell had stepped on a land mine, Carl Winter’s parachute failed, and Steven Archer – the unknown made him the hardest kind of lo...
BlinkEven though I can’t see the sun shining; I feel the warmth acting as a cloak against the winds I can feel and hear blowing in the early days of Autumn. I walk without stutter, side-stepping when necessary, and knowing when to pause. Years of experience allow a confidence in my white cane that I imagine the sighted cannot understand; I would not survive a day without it. I call her Theia in honor of the Titan Goddess of Sight. Today I decided to leave Chloe, my service dog, at home, opting for Theia instead in hopes of reducing...
Daniel and Wendy met in a small café several years ago. Wendy worked as a waitress, and Daniel became a regular customer after the first time their eyes connected. He could feel a charge of electricity racing through his body and his knees felt weak. His first words to Wendy were, “Yeah, um…I’ll have a milk with two coffees. Wait, that’s not right. Coffee with two milks please.” ...
“Thank you, darling. The way you serve the tea brings back the memories...”
Good. Kinda hoped for it.
“I recall having tea after our first concert in the Palace club,
just like that – white porcelain of the pot, and tiny cups around, and cubes of
sugar, and milk – rich and cold, and most remarkable – that vapor, how it fills
the room, thick and redolent...”
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