I had noticed how Evelyn treated me in front of everyone, mainly how
It’s strange how you look back for clues, telling yourself you should
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“Are you blind?” Deanna yelled, tension pulsing in her neck. “How can you sit there in one spot all day long,” she was looking at the worn-out recliner her husband sat in, “and watch that damn depressing crap?”
She didn’t wait for his reply. She let the wind help her slam the back door on her way to the garden plot, where she fell down on her knees. As her body shook, she dug into the freshly turned soil, filtering it between her fingers. An earthworm fell to the earth, landing on the pile forming on the ground, and immediately went to work. Deanna paused to watch. She wasn’t used to seeing such industry in her garden, except by her own effort. She watched as the worm took dirt into one end, knowing it would eventually come out the other. She didn’t mind that kind of crap, though, because at least it was productive crap.
Suddenly overwhelmed with anger, she burst into sobbing, hysterically. How dare him to be so blind to my need, she thought. He’s not even as good as a worm. Unable to control the sobbing, she purged herself of the anger from deep down inside. It felt good to come clean.
He wasn’t going down the mountain today—besides, he’d much rather stay in the mountain valley, away from the hectic life in the city below. Picking a wrench off the floor, he tried to loosen a bolt under the truck. He saved a lot of money working on his vehicles in his garage. Fighting the bolt some more, he cussed under his breath. No, he wasn’t going down the mountain today, even if it was for his own brother’s funeral. They hadn’t ever been close anyway—it was as though his brother lived in another world. He gave the bolt a yank, knowing he had been the one who had taken their mother’s money in her final days, not his brother. He yanked again, causing the truck to sway. Falling off the jack, the rear axle fell on his foot, which instantly started throbbing. Surely it should be numb longer than this, he thought. He had taken his mother’s money and it was all gone, just as his brother was gone. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be alone, he realized, but there was no way he could go down the mountain today, even if he wanted to.
A young man told me of his going to the core of the ship, a place
“The room had just enough eerie green light to guide you to your bed. My berth was the one on the top. To reach it I had to pull myself up over the front edge, ducking and pulling my legs in then rolling over onto my back, with just a few inches between my face and the ceiling. There was a small curtain I could pull, enclosing myself in what felt like a tomb. I never heard any sounds coming from behind the other pulled curtains. I never really slept, though. What I thought were
He held out his hand and begged me to take the gun from his hand.
But there wasn’t a gun. It was then when I started not trusting him.
The man sits at the table glaring at the woman on the other side. Their eyes lock, causing him to scowl. Both of their shoulders tense up. For twenty six years he has been fighting this woman.
He clenches the edge of the table, causing his knuckles to turn white.
Her hand moves, then she quickly pulls it back. Her tongue clicks, then she growls, “No.”
Watching her intently, he waits for her to make a mistake.
Disbelief spreads across her face.
Maybe, just maybe, he thinks, hope rising.
Her lower lip starts quivering. “Pass,” she mutters, weakly, turning her head away.
“Finally,” he yells and slaps down his last tile onto the game board. “I not only have the last word, but I have also finally beaten my little sister at Scrabble.”
He smiles at her, fondly, realizing that he really does like her.
Maybe he always has.
Back in the 70s I drove my wife, her niece, and two in-law sisters
I wandered around. One shop had a slab of meat still with ribs
Being hungry, I went back to the truck. Opening the ice chest I found
Later, I loaded the truck, almost breaking my back lifting that heavy
My wife glared at me.
Later back home, I found out that sister-in-law had a bad case of
I don’t ever want to go back to the border, especially, with a bunch
“He knows what he’s doing. He’s being mean to me,” Marian complained.
“No, he doesn’t,” Jamie replied. “His brain is like a sponge with
Reaching into the dryer, Marian pulled out freshly cleaned pajamas—the
Spreading the pajamas out on the ironing board, Marion slammed the hot
“If they wouldn’t keep losing his pajamas in the wash, I wouldn’t have
“Well, why don’t you quit buying him pajamas?” Jamie replied. “Then
Marian met her friend’s eyes, “I’d be tempted to, but….
“But what?” Jamie asked
“He keeps holding hands with Gracie.”
“What’s that got to do with pajamas?”
“He knows what he’s doing. He just wants to make me mad.” Marian
“What’s the matter?”
“Did you know if they would quit losing his pajamas I wouldn’t have to do this?”
“What are you talking about?”