ANTHONY ADVISED HER TO FORGET WHAT HAD HAPPENED AND WARNED HER TO NOT SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE. He hastily pulled the skirt back up and made sure the hem was not showing anymore. He knew she was a good friend but he never told her that women’s clothing made him feel more like a man. It was his little secret and harmed no one.
If only We could take wing above the earth Take the temperature of feelings End the sorrow of men’s actions The children bear the most of it Hiding it under quilted seams Trying not to remember it all When it comes out in dreams.
“Yup, the whole building came relatively cheap in today’s market. I couldn’t resist it, really, Fred. Of course there are a few problems but what place doesn’t?” Joe chuckled rather nervously. Fred just looked back at him, the building, and then back at Joe.
“You could say that, Fred. And you think you can make apartments or just rent out the entire space?” Joe looked again at the two weird doors.
“Well you haven’t been inside yet Joe, come on in.” After getting a tall ladder and entering the lower door, Joe observed a number of very tall men donning colorful costumes. Joe guessed they were parade performers. “There’s a place for everything.”
1. Does the weather affect your mood? Yes. If it’s sunny I’m happier and cloudy or dark I keep to myself.
2. If a stranger smiles at you or says ‘good morning’ when they pass you in the street, do you return it? Always and I even initiate it.
3. If you had a choice of just one of these things to eat, what would it be and why? Chocolate, a sweet pastry, a plate of chips/fries (this is not a forever choice, just one instance). I’d choose probably fries 🙄
4. If you could go back to when you were a specific age, what would that be? Why? Don’t think I would, unless maybe thirty before my mom died.
Gratitude: You know my answer—family. Surprise calls asking: are you decent and my answer: never, before they come knocking 😂
Just like clockwork, the head garden club fairy looked sideways at my peppermint camellias. Her lack of charm powered over me. Mingling among the chummy chaos of my regular admirers who looked like mice admiring the latest soft cheese, she chose juxtaposition, putting herself between them and me. The rest of the crowd oohing and ahhing at my offerings decided to give her a wide berth when her glowering look called dibs over their presence. Once again her interference and influence caused me to lose the trophy and shatter my efforts.
The invitation wasn’t there. It was not an unusual or peculiar event; the spaces allotted were few for people who looked like her, but she had faith. It just seemed sometimes faith wasn’t enough. At those times it was the thunder of blood in her heart that beat the loudest, when the disappointment and anger tried to take over. So far in her life she could keep it under control, stopped and remembered to keep the faith she grew up with.
She knew this was probably going to happen, but she let herself be stupid, again. Sure, he was attractive, sexy and his choice of automobile was alluring, but sitting here alone waiting? Did she need a neon sign saying he was a two timer or was waiting outside a motel room just a coincidence? What are the odds? She looked back to see if there was a taxi nearby, but none to be found. I’ll just wait till he comes out smelling like cheap perfume after he was inside “checking on his sister” staying there…yeah, sure I will. She grabbed her purse and walked to the motel office and called for a taxi.
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