Never in my life have i seen so many people come together in one space; not to celebrate or party like we used to when the summer months rolled around. The picture above is one of the favorites that I'd taken last weekend at the protest in my city. Now I'd seen plenty of photos of previous protests all over the world and finally when i got to partake and speak my truth it was probably one of the most empowering moments of my life.
Walking into my job each day was tiring. Dealing with unreasonable customers and nagging bosses was what I had to look forward to. I hung my worn purse on the coat hook behind the green door in the office and turned to ready myself for another all consuming long shift of corn meal and asking people “what can I get you honey?”
Casinos have no windows, causing people to lose all consensus of time. You enter at noon and exit early the next morning with only feeling as if three hours had passed when in all actuality twelve had soared by. Can we call that Time Travel?
In most scary movies, the naïve group of friends usually performs some dumb spell to conjure up some demon they have no idea how to deal with. Well, what if I told you all that I was even dumber than those groups of friends we see on television? What if I told you that I invited the devil into my home, willingly?
Mikaela sat down solemnly, her body jumping as the familiar potbellied man with graying sideburns slammed the gate closed on her. Eyes welling up with tears she began her slow climb. She wasn’t sure why she was here without him, it didn’t feel the same without him, but her feet had carried her all the way here. To the fair that sat permanently in this small town. Internally she is regretting her decision. As the upbeat music pounds through high up sound systems, she fought hard against tears. As the Ferris Wheel took her ever higher she imagined that she and him WERE the Ferris Wheel. She wished that they were forever turning, never returning to the harsh reality of the ground. They used to come here together all the time. The bright bulbs on the long metal strips of bar flashing that familiar pattern of color burned in her mind. Blue, orange, green, pink, and yellow.