A Story About a Door Buzzer - Shaky’s silver dress hissed
around her listless hips as she lit with felicity across her bucolic Bungalow.
She flicked her labyrinthine tangles of her gossamer tresses from her eyes as
she braced herself against the hallway wall. With a demure press of a button,
Shaky spoke demurely into the speaker creases of the inter-apartment intercom.
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A Story About Shoes - Before my son and his mother return
home from the hospital I will buy the biggest shoes they sell at the store. I
will take the shoes out of the box and set them to the side. The box I will
fill with torn pieces of photographs, scraps of various keepsakes and shreds of
my journal. We he closes his eyes I will put him in this nest and let him soak
up some of memories. Hopefully we can start this relationship off with an
understanding. It’ll help if he knows who I was. Then maybe he’ll forgive me.
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A Story About Keys - He tucked himself into the passenger
side of his mother’s car. He was glad she forgets to lock it, especially
tonight with his parents gone, locked out of his house and a cold front coming
in. He jams his hands into his pockets.
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A Story About Grandparents - My Dad’s mother died before I
was born. And his Dad lived until I was two. There is a photograph of him
holding me. I wonder what that’s like, your father holding your child.
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A Story About Theft - Stealing came easy to me. At the age
of eight I had stolen enough stuff from the department store that there wasn’t
any more room under my bed. So I gave most of it away. I burned the rest. By
twelve I was able to steal money with out getting caught – wallets and
registers and the most basic safes. Sure there was an excitement to it, but for
me, this was simply the reason I had been put on the earth. This was the
problem I knew how to solve.
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A Story About What, I’m Not Sure - The bowling trophy in the
garden was certain that it would be knocked over. And that’s exactly what
happened on this particular Tuesday. Not one human seemed to notice. Although
it was although squirrels could talk about from breakfast ‘til lunch. By dinner
they had moved on to seasonal acorn storage and various marital affairs.
