Gina Solomon
Bio
Life is an adventure and sometimes the adventure is figuring out who you are and why you have learned so many odd skills years before. I think it is time to share my adventures in stories my imagination has been aching to create.
Stories (31/0)
Cleopatra
As I drove up to the red light along with other traffic I realized things were not as they should be. I had 3 cars in front of me in my lane stopped at the light and the traffic turning left into our lane ahead was stopped mid-way. A man got out of the car and ran around just as a tiny thing jumped from the side window to the ground. It darted into the waiting cars and up under the back tire rim of the 2nd car in line to turn left from beside me. Everyone piled out of their cars and tried to catch it and one lady managed to hold one tiny leg of it so it could not go further in under the car. The first man who had lost the animal threw his hands up at it and stormed off in anger, shaking his head and got in his car and drove off. He had clearly given up on retrieving it and did not care to try.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Petlife
Add to cart..free sample
As I scan through Facebook looking for news on family and friends and what everyone has been up to I see the usual ads for things I am rarely interested in. Then one ad makes me take a second look. “Free samples for aging sensitive skin” are the words that grab my attention. My skin is so sensitive I have not been able to wear make up for more than an hour or so before I am breaking out and sore with blotchy red skin. I read further and it says “Dermatologist developed for sensitive skin” and I wonder if it would work for me.. It is a Canadian company in Vancouver, BC giving away free trials. Being a proud Canadian I like the idea and free is always enticing. So I click on the link and am brought to riversol.com
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Blush
Jessica’s Journals
As soon as Jessica could write more than a few sentences, her father started giving her journals and told her the best thing she could do for herself was to write things down that she couldn’t tell him in person. He tried to be there for her through everything: every sports event, every performance with school, her birthday parties and slumber parties. Her father was the one who came when she was sick and when she was in need of a friend. He did try to be the father she needed, but sometimes life got in the way. Well so did death really. She was seventeen when he died and she was left with a mother who thought being seen was far more important than anything. Her mother just had to be at the right parties and shows and on vacations and well you get the idea. Jessica continued with her journals, because it helped her miss her father a little less. It felt like she was writing directly to him.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Families
I want out
I want out of this abusive relationship… You take and take and never give. You are constantly nagging at me with a relentless draining energy. You come between me and my family and friends. You won’t let me go places or do the things I used to. The only time I get to forget about you is when I am floating off in a medicated stupor and sometimes you still remain close by. This is no way to live. Your only purpose it to show me I am mortal.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Psyche
Little black book
As the taxi pulled up to the house I was flooded with memories. This was only the 2nd time I had been here and yet it was connected to so much of my life. My past and now my future. The last time I was here was before I was married. My fiancé had brought me here for dinner and to meet his mother. Dinner was quiet, almost void of emotion. David had done most of the talking and it was about him more than anyone else. I was nervous and proud of him and so was glad he had taken control as it made it easier on me. I thought he had done so to be kind to me. After the meal I helped take dishes into the kitchen. We were alone and she said to me “don’t marry him. No one deserves that kind of cruelty” just then David came into the kitchen saying we had to leave and I wasn’t able to say anything to her. I thought all the way home ‘why would she stay such a thing? She doesn't even know me and nothing was said at dinner to make her think I was a horrible person’ Did David say something before about me to make her think I was so horrible for him?’ I asked him why his mother didn’t like me and he said, “oh I am sorry she gave you that impression. She has always been a difficult person. I don’t think she likes anyone. She doesn’t even have any close friends that I know of. She seems to push everyone away.” She came to the wedding but only for the service and didn’t stay for the reception. she never smiled once that I can remember and even the few pictures taken of her she wasn’t smiling. So I didn’t mind that my husband let me stay home when he went to visit her or deal with things for her.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Families