All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Jane was early. This was intentional of course as anyone who knew her could testify that Jane was, always early. The day was young and unspoiled and, in this moment, when the world was hushed and forgiving, Jane breathed in the cold sea-air and imagined all the possibilities the day could deliver.
Change of Hearts
She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He was tall and strong and she always felt safe in his arms. Lynn was fifteen years old and was in love with a seventeen year old boy known in her Minneapolis neighborhood as "Boone".
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Its In The Details
It was now or never. The plane trembled as Cadet D. Morr took one last look at his childhood home in Farma. D laughs and begins to shake his head as the clouds began to consume the sky, making it impossible to see anymore.
'Til Death does Us Part
HIM If you are not looking for it, you might just miss it; even on a map. In Berks County, Pennsylvania is a small town of Pennsylvania Dutch origin. It is called Macungie. This small town seems so “out of the way”; just so “out of the middle of nowhere.”
Nobody Gets What Everybody Wants
It was the worst thing Edie had ever done in her life, waking Daddy up to ask him that question. She tried to ask gently, without resentment toward the others. Dr. Gallo, the cardiologist, typing into his phone; Anna, the nice nurse, adjusting the sheet; Sufi and Marta, crying in rage.
When the last mourner left, Evelyn closed the door with a long sigh of relief. In the quiet that enveloped her, she gratefully removed the cloth mask that had covered her mouth and closed her eyes as she leaned against the door, alone for the first time in many days. Ever since Panos had died two weeks before, she had felt surrounded by people. After so many months in quarantine, the strangeness of this was even more acute, and she had not allowed herself to cry more than a few tears, unable to let go while under the constant watch of well-meaning loved ones who were there at her side from the moment she woke until she closed her eyes at night and pretended to sleep. The burden of receiving their caring ministrations had started to feel like a weight that she felt sure would have crushed her, had she not finally slipped free.
We’re all waiting for the sun to emerge, rising over indigo mountain silhouette dreams, to begin our lives saying: “when I make enough I’ll do this”, “when I retire then I’ll do what I love”, “when tomorrow comes I’ll keep to my promises”, “when the kids grow up then I’ll start doing more for me”, “if only I wasn’t having to work so hard then I'd start a hobby”, “I’m too tired”. Each and every ray of every day gives us the opportunity to show, to give, and to share unexpected love towards others; there is nothing we have to wait on. This is a love story of sorts.
One Miracle Left
It’s a windy late afternoon, like so many other windy late afternoons. I can just see the sun, hidden behind the dust and dirt that hangs in the air as if it’s always been there and always will be. The dust and dirt that must move in the wind, but never seems to change from day to day, as if there’s a filthy lid over the world. It is late afternoon of a day measured not by hours or ticks on the clock, but by the dim light of the sun, masked by clouds thick with sand and dirt. It is measured not by the endless drone of mind numbing television told in thirty minute blocks, but by the stories that the old man relates as he sits on the steps, to anyone willing to listen. There is an old clock in the garage, behind the skeleton of a car stripped of any part that could be used or traded. It’s hands forever proclaiming 3 o’clock, and nobody knows why it stopped just then. Or they aren’t willing to talk about it, because of what happened just then. It could have been so many things and none of them really matter now because there’s no going back. So we move forward, at a pace measured by the sand and the stories and the dim light of the sun. And I think about you.
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Every Saturday morning Margot went to the Abbey Bookshop situated at 29 Rue de la Parcheminerie in Paris, France, picked up a new book, took a coffee to go, and headed back to her cozy apartment. A solace from her work as a personal assistant for Christopher Gentil, the Editor in Chief at publishing company Florence Blu. What little pay she made she spent on croissants, books, and coffee. As Margot walked down the street her dark hair bounced up and down against her shoulders. She glanced briefly at her reflection in the windowpane and stopped to touch up her red lipstick, causing a passerby to glance back at her. Margot’s big brown eyes caught his gaze and he smiled continuing down the street appreciating her beauty as he eyed her wide-legged jeans and her form-fitting turtleneck.
I felt their words heavy and unclear on my pages. They were the last words, the end of the book and the end of me — or so I thought. But, let's start from the beginning, my beginning....