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She was tall, she was slim, she was blond and she looked a lot like my mum. Mother had died 2 years earlier. A bout of pneumonia, they say, but we think it was her broken heart. May be that's what we like to think as it came suddenly. 52 years old, 3 children all still at home and then a husband who deserted her many years ago.Dad was an enigma, a memory you are not sure was real; did we dream him. No, that can't be right. we are living proof there was a dad, but he was not there to teach us to swim, fix the fridge or ready us a be...
I push aside the curtain, the steam from the shower instantly sinking in the cold bathroom like some sci-fi cryogenic pod had opened in the tub. Get some green lights in here, and maybe some holographic nylon clothes for me and this would be a perfect set for a supernatural skincare commercial. I scribble the additions on a 4 by 6 card crammed with ink. Two more items Christmas-listed. I ...
Turkey Gum Lottery ticket They were the only items on the list written on a pink sticky note with red ink. None of them were crossed off.
In this household, Popiah is a Thanksgiving tradition. It’s our version of a turkey, you could say, but it means much more to Dan and Lina and Bee-Bee who haven’t seen their motherland for at least a decade. I’ve never prepared this dish myself. But today, Dan and Lina are off to run a last-minute errand, so here I am stuck with the prep work. My clumsy grip softens as I rub the delicate hide between my fat fingers.
“Now. Lay here,” Bee-Bee instructs, leaning over my shoulder and indicating the floral...
"Hey, everyone! I'm home!" A young boy in his teenage years walked through the front door before shutting it behind him. "Kevin, you're late! I thought you're helping out with the dinner tonight?" He could hear the shouting as he took off his jacket and hung it up in the closet. He picked up his pace and rolled up his sleeves, "Sorry, sis. I was out with the team at the mall today. They couldn't wait to celebrate till next week so they moved the date to today instead." Reena, who was chopping up some potatoes, turned to Kevin as he walked...
Every day to and from work, I walk. And every day on my walk I encounter a few elderly people that are homeless, but they are always well kept and well-fed. Every day, I also pass by a little girl that didn't have a home. She was slender and meek, a fine layer of grime coating her face. Life on the street was hard. And those unfortunate enough to experience it, go unnoticed by the majority of the bustling people, hurriedly walking along the sidewalk in the big city to get somewhere. I always pitied these people. As Thanksgiving was approa...
When the first group of people arrived I was still happily tucked away in the kitchen, flour coating my clothes and hair wet with sweat. But I heard them come in and ducked away into the bedroom to pull myself together, by the time I was ready I was officially the last person to arrive at the dinner I was co hosting. Byran, looking like the greek god that I was sure that he was, had happi...
The adventuring group sat around, each enjoying their company, as well as their favorite beverage, while the meal was being prepared. Each had their own story to tell, but as a close-knit group of adventurers, they had a lot more together. They were more of a family than friends. Closer to each than most real families. Sure, there was drama and heartache, but each one would quickly come to the defense of each other. Bastian stood at the head of the table and over a toast to the completion of their lates...
The DinnerMonday, November 25, 201911:20 AM I watched him come down the last slope towards the house. Miranda watched as well. She'd met Joe once, two weeks ago, I think. Watching him, I wasn't sure of the time frame. Time, of late, had become harder to keep a hold of, harder to corral into organized herds. Joe lumbered closer. This huge man. Aging, y...
A burst of Crimson was how Steven would have described the sky.And standing with his feet ankle deep in the cool waters of the Andaman sea, a few miles to the north of Karon beach, Phuket, he gazed out at the most perfect Sunrise he’d ever seen.The sea was calm, and seagulls called. Fishermen dragged their boats, returning back to the shore after their early morning catch. It was...
The children of Quentin Orphanage weren’t family. They had no family, that was why they were there in the first place. However, there were times when they would come together and things didn’t feel as broken as they were. A group of 12 orphans sat in a circle on the rooftop, in the middle there lay a dirty white bed sheet with various kinds of food piled up on it; small pieces of bread, edible plants, nuts and berries; whatever they could find. “Where are Jamie and Roman? They were supposed to be here by now,” a tall bl...
The door open bringing a freezing draft inside, a dark shape hidden beneath layers of ill fitting jackets and layers ambles through. In his arms are holiday gifts. They aren’t giftwrapped nor are they aren’t even toys. It’s food. More valuable than gold. “I found a supply drop that landed in one of the ruins not far away, there’s a lot of good stuff I got from it.” The boy under the jackets boasts, laying out a var...
Joe stands in front of the door. He has a bottle of wine clutched in his right hand and a bag held in another. Despite its large size, there isn’t anything in the bag other than his wallet and cell phone. He’s nervous—he hasn’t seen these men in three years. He hears a bout of laughter erupt inside and loud exclamations of joy—he wonders if they’ve ever thought of him....
My cell phone rings at the other end of my desk; my hand feels heavy as I make a weak attempt to reach for it. Whoever is calling can leave a voicemail. Yes, it is 2019, but that shit still works. My teeth grind together in irritation when the ringing becomes insistent. Why is it when you misplace your phone, it rings for what feels like a second, and when you want the thing to stop ringing, it doesn't shut up?
When I lost everything, I didn’t think about where I would go, I just went. In the back of my throbbing head, I knew that my friends would keep me safe. My friends were the one grace I had been granted, and I clung to that blessing.I think the reason we all met one fateful day might have been because we all were pushed away fro...
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