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The Black Book
It dropped onto her toes and flopped to the ground from the collection of flowers, balloons and tote bags full of bright flyers and toys from well-wishers and cancer charities. She set the gifts to one side on the unit underneath the hospital television and went back to find it.
By Kirk Kenny6 years ago in Families
The Sketching Coincidence
She sat on her favorite rock looking out at the ocean. The cold air made her cheeks sting more than usual. Tear stained cheeks added to the biting air. She was frozen from the wind and with fear from losing her job. She stood up and made her way back to her little red car. Driving home, she kept going over in her mind what her boss said. You’re always behind, you’re not focused, You’re not quick enough! The girls at work would laugh and whisper. “I should be relieved to be out of there,” she said out loud to herself. As she pulled into the driveway she could see her father through the window sitting in his chair. Closing the door, she heard him say “Well, how did it go today?” “It didn’t go well, I was let go,” she said with a sigh. “It’s your hair…your mother always said people are jealous of your hair, He said pushing himself out of his chair. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry…something will come along…we will be alright. He kissed her forehead. “I don’t think it’s my hair dad…I’m sorry”, she said quietly. “You’re a talented girl you should sell your ahht,” he said in a thick New England accent. He stirred the stew on the stove adding more pepper. “Tomorrow will be a new day and luck will be on your side!” he said with a wink. “I think the wine is talking”, she laughed pointing at his half empty glass. “Let’s cheers to you leaving that crappy job!! He held his glass up. “Grab the bottle, you’ll need a big glass of wine”, he said pouring the last of his glass in the stew.
By Janet Bolton6 years ago in Families
The Vault
The Vault Dad looked proud, although it was all mom’s idea, and as I held open the trunk of the car he gave me a wink that told me we had joined the ranks of all the normal families in the neighborhood. I had the feeling that dad felt disturbed being the head of the only family on the block still watching television on a black-and-white set, but mom had told us each time we requested the upgrade, “Some people are color blind, and they’re not ashamed.” But we were ashamed, my father and I, and although the world was alive with color, our home was all gray. I noticed a brief expression of disappointment on his face when the trunk closed easily over the great cardboard box. He was looking forward to the neighbors seeing us drive through the neighborhood with our trunk tied open, bringing home our new TV.
By Chris Keyser6 years ago in Families
New England Neighborhoods
My hometown is located on the sleepy southeastern Connecticut (SECT) shoreline, best known for the quaint historic fishing town of Mystic. You remember Julia Roberts' 1988 breakthrough role in Mystic Pizza, right? The one where she played Daisy, the fun-loving pizza parlor waitress, opposite her on-screen sister Kat, the aspiring astronomer and rising Yale freshman? Maybe not. We here in SECT like to think you do—it makes us feel relevant.
By Melissa de la Cruz6 years ago in Families
Home Has No Bounds
Everyone seems obsessed with having a physical home to return to? As if having a place to show up to will make sure you get back to it every night. Why does it matter that you’ve been in the same place for ten years, sounds a little boring to me.
By Nunchi Goya6 years ago in Families
Cracks and Crevices
There was a spider web in the corner of the room shrouding with shadow and black. The light was diminishing so that the other corners could also be filled with darkness. It was like the corners were it’s source, and the color bled into the rest of the room, even though I knew it was just the absence of light. The fragile trap set by the spider looked stiff and unmoving. If you took a picture, you’d think it was silent, and you’d be right.
By Moses F. Merino6 years ago in Families
February 3, 2020
It smelled different. There it was, his usual place, and hers right beside it, where they left the water and the food. She followed as he walked over there. He bowed his head, and grazed the bottom of the empty water bowl with his nose. Her tail brushed by him as she sunk into the bed, where the weathered rubber toy and tennis ball lay just as she had left it. He joined her. Above them, a hand turned the tap and warm water flowed out, hitting the ground and trickling into a gentle stream away from them. Then, they rose and drank. It was their place, still.
By Sophia Bower6 years ago in Families
How Does this Work?
For weeks I have seen commercials for this site called vocal and wondered, "what on earth is this platform?" They say it's a way to make money by telling your stories. My question to that is, "what stories are they wanting to know?" I want to figure out what exactly this platform is? So, here I am. Are you still reading this? My name is Anthony I come from the Midwest. I live in the Kansas City, Missouri Metro area. Yes, Missouri, not Kansas. The reason why I say that is because even that jackass (Donald Trump), who use to be in office, mistakes us as Kansas. When our Football Team, the Kansas City Chief's won the Super Bowl last year when he congratulated the great state of "Kansas" for their Super Bowl victory the previous year. Any consolation, we made shirts to commemorate "Kansas's Victory" in quick fashion as a middle finger for those who don't know how to read a geographical map. Anyway, I have been in Missouri for 20 plus years since my mother moved us here due to my parents splitting when I was about nine years old. And I have been here ever since.
By Anthony Anthem6 years ago in Families
