Category: ‘miscellaneous’

agnes. part three.

January 21, 2011 Posted by the writer

“Five for an elbow is too steep,” says Agnes shaking her head at Pedro while Duane studies the pair in disbelief. He legitimately thought he was offering them a deal. He’s not even making $300 out of it.

“Five is good ma,” he says. “I’m sorry yo. But it is.”

Pedro knows she won’t pay it. He knows she needs more than that. “Four or no deal.” (more…)

the devil. 16 of 22.

January 8, 2011 Posted by the writer

the devil

I went to your job.

A beautiful girl greeted me at the door. A New York City girl with a trendy hairstyle and perfect manicure.

“Dining alone this evening?”

I sat in a corner booth. I watched you fill wine glasses for a couple in love. A cologne scented man and a woman wearing a diamond. I resented them.

I wanted you.

“You’re here…” were the only two words you spoke to me. You took me back to your apartment. (more…)

strength. 9 of 22.

December 31, 2010 Posted by the writer

strength

Anthony immediately verified the only facts I knew about my father. “He was born in Egypt. He left your mother before you were born. He was a brilliant Physicist.”

He followed up these statements with what I was unaware of. Things I may have not been ready to hear. “Your mother never told him she was pregnant with you. He was in a fatal car accident eleven years ago.”

A warmness covered me from head to toe. The lights in the church flickered. Anthony smiled at me. And somehow I understood that what he was telling me was the only information that would enable me to move forward. (more…)

the chariot. 8 of 22.

December 30, 2010 Posted by the writer

the chariot

The days between leaving the only job I had ever known and attending the Spiritualist church remain some of my most uncertain. I felt the anger taking over that I had been warned about by teachers, the sadness.

I spent a lot of time on top of my apartment building. The alarm meant to sound when the rooftop access door opens never worked. I knew that it wouldn’t from the first day I escaped twenty-seven stories up to see if life appeared different from that height.

The night before I attended mass I stood with the toes of both my feet spread out and over the ledge. One fall forward is what I told myself.

One fall forward. A new type of courage.

But you wouldn’t let me. (more…)

the lovers. 7 of 22.

December 29, 2010 Posted by the writer

the lovers

After many comfortable years at the restaurant it was time to move on. The husband and wife that owned the establishment had grown to consider me theirs.

Tears were shed the day that I left.

The decision was difficult to accept. I knew that life would be easier if I stayed, and in a way that was exactly what I wanted. A daily routine of washing, drying, and pondering.

Life is constructed of arduous choices. (more…)

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