The death march to bataan otherwise known as the walk to my mailbox. It stares at me when I leave in the morning and when I return at night. I try to put it off for as long as I can but after a week, I get home and envelopes are sticking out every which way. Today I decide to wait until I get home. There’s enough fear and loathing in that God forsaken grey world of XXXX customer service department. Sorry, I’d probably get sued mentioning their name.
“You better watch your ass Bob, this economy is bad and you don’t want to lose your job for being late do you?” Simon my “supervisor” then laughed heartily and slapped me on my back with his red, plumb, damp hands. I think I was about three and a half minutes late and that was because some...
The Bus pulled up to the Greyhound station at one twenty two in the morning. Betty his wife was standing in the corner of the station huddled in the red and white bomber jacket he gave her two years before. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, it seemed unreal that it was actually here.
Stepping down the stairs of the bus, he inhaled deeply. The familiar smells of home filled him with comfort, safety. The small town he’d grown up in was still the same. Everyone and everything around him was still the same. He put the smile he felt, on his face and walked to his beloved Betty.
When Betty saw Robert, she couldn’t contain herself. On the way to the greyhound station, she told herself she wouldn’t cause a scene. She would wait until...
“Does this make my butt look big?” Asked Lani.
Lani had her back to the dressing room mirror as she stuck her butt out and turned around to try and look at her derriere in the mirror. The green stretch pants wrapped her body and she looked at her shape and the fit, pleased with herself.
I giggled. Of course your butt looks big, I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t know the answer to that.
“Yes” was all I said. I started scrolling through my email messages on my iphone while Lani continued to slowly shake her butt from side to side to get the full view of her more than ample hind part.
I have been with Lani all day as we hop from store to store trying on and buying tons of clothes. For her that is. I am there for...
It’s too hot to play outside, thought Anna as she sat on the ground in the backyard of her house. Her Grandmother was busy hanging just washed clothes to dry on the line that went all the way from the house to a tree about 30 feet away. 8 year old Anna bent down to watch an army of Ants scurry out of a ant hole the size of a golf ball. After losing herself in the order and civility of the march of the ants, Anna sprang up and started walking to the edge of the yard.
“Nana, I’m going over to play with Sammy OK?” It was a question and a statement at the same time.
“Be Careful, If no one is there come right back, Yuh hear?” Also said as a question and a statement.
It occurred to Anna that Nana did not say, “tell Mrs. Johnson I said...
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