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The wait at the local bus terminal lasted a lifetime, probably because there were many people and the heat was higher than typical Romanian weather in August. I arrived in Romania the night before by bus from Slovakia, and I was looking forward to Dracula’s Castle, or as it’s known, Bran Castle. It was on my bucket list for years, and I adore the novel Dracula. The bus was not entirely uncomfortable; it was just when I ...
Ancient hinges groaned stubbornly as she opened the door. A quaint mountain cabin seemed a drastic understatement. Aged red cedar, warped by more than one hundred years of extreme weather, whined against her efforts to push it open it.
“Well,” she said, “at least no one can sneak in, Mabel.”
She set down the large cooler containing her groceries. Running her fingers along the wall...
“Let’s go for a walk” Ray said.
John had only been in the house for five minutes when Ray spoke up. Jennie, Ray’s wife was already setting the table and the turkey looked positively enticing. She was the best cook that John had ever met, and it was more than a compliment; even his own wife agreed. She was overall a very kind woman but when it came to food, she could be a tad over reactive. She would often fume i...
Like a sunflower grazing his cheek, Isabel woke Will up with a whisper.
“Time to get up, darling.”
The scent of lavender and lilies flooded his senses, even before opening his eyes. Despite his reluctance to get out of bed, he smiled at his wife’s Spanish accent. The way she said “darling” always got him. And she knew it.
Smiling, Will said, “Mmm, I love that you...
“Some more bread, ma'am?”
“And shall I refill your glass of wine?”
Not right now, thank you. Perhaps in some time.
The waiter walks away and Sunanda notices a slight swagger in his hips, evidently the young man is very aware of how attractively taut his uniform is. She smiles to herself, imagining how many secret corridor rendezvous this one would’ve had with the...
“I’ll tell her you called, but I’m not giving you her address.” Danny Fortunato disconnected the call and turned to see his son, Rhett, staring at him from across the greenhouse. “Trouble?”Danny shrugged. “Not yet. Jen’s brother is looking for her. He probably wants to guilt her into going back to Ohio with him.”Rhett scowled as he finished straightening the seedlings. “God, not this again. You really need to get a girlfriend with some staying power.”“C’mon, Son. Jen and I have been together for four years....
(One profanity, a theme of Autism, bullying)
"Asparagus got Aspergers!" Bronson lowered his face to my eye level and beamed with menace.
His two front teeth had fallen out last week, so a spray of spittle came through the gaps and landed on my glasses. I wished glasses came with windscreen wipers. Due to the missing teeth, what Bronson actually said was "Athparagath got Athbergeth...
Thirty years have passed, how can those days, those nights, when we first went to Lalazar, drift away from our memory? It still dwells in the deepest subconscious, like a fantasy.
That vast meadow, with some fine hotels on the top of a mountain, was the center of delight for visitors. It was frequented by travelers in summer and invalided in winter. That was the end of February, so all hotels were deserted. We ...
"Honey, come here fast. Please help me with these goddamn hooks," Daisy called out.
“What now?” Saurabh said, exasperated. He was multi-tasking while getting ready for the office. He was tying his shoelaces, munching last bites of the stuffed potato parantha and all this while, he was reading a famous columnist’s piece on Sachin Tendulkar’s batting form, and he w...
It is the day of senior prom. Ruby drives and Karter rides shotgun. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and she is wearing a flowing blue dress. Karter holds her hand as she drives. He can’t take her eyes off her because she is beautiful and he loves her.“You look so stupid,” she says.“Why?”She laughs. “You’re staring at me and licking your lips.”“What?” Karter says, his face stoic. “I wasn’t looking at you. I was looking past you. I was thinking.”“Thinking?”“Yea. Thinking.”“About?”“Some...
“Let’s go for a walk.”
My head whipped around fast looking for the voice that I had not heard in what seemed like a lifetime. There he stood, all flesh and sturdy, and so, so… real. Yep, I’d be chalking this up to a psychotic break. But that would be a worry for another day and another therapy appointment… if I were granted one.
“Don’t you know scaring someone when they’re on the edge of...
For my mother, and all the souls she loved before. She smokes a cigarette after her morning coffee. Her hair is cropped short and wet from a shower. She takes the back door, so as not to be caught by Dr. Wilson. I keep the door to my office open, just for her. As she walks by I inhale deeply. She smells like Marlboro Reds and sugar. She saunters past my desk without a second glance and I don’t have the courage to say, “Good Morning.” My wedding ring digs into my palm; diamonds are secretly...
Two days ago we buried my father and step-mother.
Shelly, my best friend, believed I was the way I was because my life was always changing, and in order to deal with it, I clung to anything stable that I could. I loved my dad. He gave me a good life. We had a stable life, just not a stable mother.
The wife who died in the car accident with him had been wife number 4.
“So in a weird way the pandemic made me realize that, like, I should be in social media marketing instead of nursing.”
“Yeah, totally,” said Charles, his hand fidgeting in spasms in his pocket.
“Once I was out of lockdown, I wanted to go right to the middle of it all - New York, you know.”
Jenn took a sip of her rosé and hummed softly, looking around at the flowe...
JB and his childhood buddy Lloyd were at loose ends in January of 1941. The winds of war were stirring but not yet raging as they would be after December 7, 1941. JB and Lloyd had been working as crop dusters but there was no such work while winter lasted. They had some money saved, but were now both between jobs and so they considered their options, which were not great in winter in SW Arkansas. They decided to hitchhike to the big city of Little Rock to seek work. Fate had something totally unexpected awaiting them, especially JB.
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