- Top Story - November 2023
The Murphication of a Purple Man
Let me enlighten you on the precariousness of the situation I’ve found myself in. There was an industrial accident at my job. It caused me to lose my right eye. On top of that, since I was blamed for the accident, I lost my job as well. It gets worse.
It was 3 PM and Amanda sat down in her favorite chair. It was where she always went to relax. But today was different. She was far too upset to relax. Her husband had not paid any attention to her. He didn’t even notice that anything was wrong. He just sat there, in his favorite chair, enjoying the game on ESPN. She gave a mean and evil glance at Henry but did not say a word. Henry glanced back with a puzzled look on his face. She got up, pointed at the calendar, and glanced at him again. She wasn’t just pointing to the calendar itself. It was more so the day on the calendar. A very special day. He hunched his shoulder and continued to watch the game.
Away from city life, in the area where animals and people can both enjoy the beauty of nature without fear of harm from each other, there lies Timothy Park, the most beautiful park you will ever see. Off in the distance you can see the full glory of the Rocky Mountains. Lake Andre glistens as the sun shines on it during the day and the moon and stars at night. A hiker’s trail encircles the wooded area where deer are often spotted. They will come out and eat right out of the hands of people walking pass. They don’t come all the way out. Not all the time. But it is a joy for them to stick their heads out and interact with humans. That is where Jonathan and Jill Sanders sit on the same park bench where they met over 70 years ago. As they stare into each other’s eyes, they just smile as the memories of all of those years flood back into their minds. They rest their head on each other’s shoulders and take in the beautiful scenery.
Memoirs of a Walgreens Photo Specialist
Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. I had been working for Walgreens for a little over a year before my view of the world was shattered. While I have had to deal with shoplifters, I had never even seen a gun before this. Not in real life. That is unless you count those of police officers and security guards. There is also the pump action BB gun my father had. That gun couldn’t do any real harm. I’m sure it would hurt if you got shot by it, but it wouldn’t draw blood. My cousin had one. He once “accidently” shot his brother in the butt with it. I remember him pulling his pants down, outside, on the front porch. His friends were gathered around him, looking at his naked butt to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. He wasn’t. We all had a good laugh.