A terrible case of inertia

It's a scorcher!
It’s a scorcher!

 

The heat is stabbing me.  If that could be such a thing. I don’t know what I am saying. I can’t put my thoughts together and if anything sounds too complicated I will just close my eyes, shake my head and turn away.  This is not a good feeling, especially when you begin to see black dots that look like little men crawling up on the sides of the buildings. Let’s pretend I didn’t just see that. I took a sip of my water bottle and moved over to the woman at the counter.

“What is a combo?” I asked the fast food attendant.  I furrowed my brows.  The woman on the other side of the counter looked at me as if I was making fun of her accent. This moment must have looked annoying to the man behind me who scowled with impatience. Now the woman attending the window looked flustered.  She probably wished she would’ve just called in sick.  A gust of heat blasted at us and I felt rather faint. Continue reading “A terrible case of inertia”

I wanted to speak but I had no voice

A potential plot idea for a bigger story. 

Sculpture from the Metropolitan Museum of Art
Sculpture from the Metropolitan Museum of Art

 

I had a good husband.…

 

After the birth of our first child, we decided it would be best for me to stay at home and take care of the household. Our son was born with a bone malformation called hip dysplasia that impeded him from walking, so he needed more care than an average child his age. The grief of my child’s ailment was a constant battle that took a toll on our family and its unity, not to mention our finances. Our insurance was a never ending labyrinth of bureaucracy that usually ended in denial or on a good day a minuscule partial payment for services. Continue reading “I wanted to speak but I had no voice”

Re-Defining True Love

A transformation of energy 

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The Departure Part 3

I had forgotten. How much? I can’t even begin to wonder. Things in my head were running amok.
I observed the others more intently, with a different perspective than before I spoke to the pigeon. We all looked nervous, impatient and with a certain sense of resignation. Continue reading “The Departure Part 3”

The Departure Part 2

There is no time
There is no time

I waited.  I can’t describe how long I waited for because there seemed to be no day or night.  What would normally be hours or minutes, just simply didn’t count, you could tell by the broken clock at the top of the train station.  It stood still spaced out in incessant suspension.   Continue reading “The Departure Part 2”

The Departure Part 1

Street corner
Street corner

I just wanted enough to be on my way.  The sky was just clearing and most of us were all wet in one way or another.  The people passing by all wore their long faces.  Their square jawlines, sullen eyes and sunken cheekbones. It all spoke of some harshness that would not be mentioned out loud.

The birds in the sky all flew in circles.  I thought that was odd not because of their flight pattern but because of the feeling they gave me.  They seemed to fly together because they were afraid and uncertain.

The hooker on the corner, supposedly living the good life, did not have a smile.  Her bright red lipstick somehow seemed pale, even her feather fur-fru looked rather drab and gray.  She had her hand on her hip but despite her attitude of fronting, it was apparent she too suffered from the same moody virus that was in the air.

Continue reading “The Departure Part 1”

“The foresight of only one eye”

Echoes

When the room had been emptied all sound within echoed. I walked in and the sound of my heels knocking on the floor preceded me. It was a lovely empty space with so many possibilities. It had one large window with a view of the morning eastern sun settled over the city by the sea. I could stand here endlessly contemplating and meditating about all the beauty of this room but I had things to do and a reason to be here, so I drifted my focus to more earthly endeavors.
I looked at my clock. The hand ticked and holding it in my hand took me closer to the acting moment that had rendered me there. A new hour struck, yet my party was still not here. Continue reading ““The foresight of only one eye””

Tones in the Key of Dramatic

 

The sky was tired. The clouds were heavy and about to burst out in tears.
Tan, tan, tan, taaaaaaaaaaan……
The thunder roared like Beethoven’s 9th Symphony and the violent violins followed as she watched the outside perched up on a window.
Tong…. The clock struck another hour providing a respite, an appropriate interlude. Patience, she thought, as she nervously fiddled her fingers around awaiting in a pit of agonizing longing. Continue reading “Tones in the Key of Dramatic”