Craig Hall
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Stories (6/0)
Remembering and Lossing
When there is loss, we begin the hunt. We retrace our steps, trying to remember the last place we may have seen our keys, the tv remote, our glasses, etc. We take journeys throughout our abodes trying to find the lost thing: under seat cushions, in drawers, and even in places where we know the thing couldn’t be like the refrigerator. Actually, I did find the tv remote in the refrigerator once. I probably got distracted doing some thing or talking to some one, and placed it there absentmindedly. I am happy to report that I have not done the same in decades. Yet, I was so relieved when I found it that the place where I found it didn’t feel strange. What was once lost was found, and that was all that mattered.
By Craig Hall2 years ago in Humans
Lessons Are in the Living
One day, I will wake up. When I do, I will regain my bearings; I will blink a few times to get reacclimated to the present light; I will look around and see the machines and monitors; there will be people observing and taking notes; and I will quickly calm down from the split second of the startled state of awakening. And on that day of waking, I will be asked by the main note taker, “So, how did you like that life?”
By Craig Hall3 years ago in Fiction
What We Understand
On a global, macro level, we understand the concept of trying to remain healthy. We understand that healthy diets and exercise help to keep arteries from clogging, blood pressure stable, and help us to feel good in general. Not eating too many burgers, drinking plenty of water, drinking alcohol in moderation, and keeping regular sleeping habits help as well. We all know the good stuff to do, and we are, generally, pretty successful.
By Craig Hall3 years ago in Families
The Misunderstood Friend
I was at one of my favorite restaurants waiting for my steak to be brought to the table. Anticipation was sitting next to me. At first, he was just tapping his foot. Then, he began to fidget more and more. If the steak hadn’t come when it did, Anticipation would have been jumping up and down on his seat. He finally settled down once the side dishes were placed and the wine glass was refilled.
By Craig Hall3 years ago in Humans
She's Always There
It was just the five of us in that office for the reading of our aunt’s will. She wasn’t around the family very often, even when the sporadic gathering did occur. When she would come around, her smile would beam when I, or any of my brothers would sit and talk to her. Hearing her tell us family secrets would keep us riveted when we were kids. I learned way too much about my mother, and her dating habits before she met my dad. But, that was Aunt Joyce. The recluse that told the truth, and she didn’t care about my age. Where mom and dad were protective, Joyce had faith in my strength to endure whatever came along. She always felt that pulling punches with people weakened them instead of sparing them.
By Craig Hall3 years ago in Families