oneword.com

solstice. oddly enough, in the family of words, it reminds me of solitude and solitary. But it doesn’t belong with them.

Posted By PlatinumOstrich On 12.23.2008 @ 5:11 am

I sat down at the breakfast table, but for once there was no companionable conversation. They say that silence is deafening, but this sort of silence – the silence left by a person who has gone from your life – just leaves you still and empty. Nobody is there to talk to you and to hear what you say; nobody to react to the radio, tell you how many sugars, or offer you a lift to the station. No words, that morning: just the text on the side of the milk carton.

Posted By PlatinumOstrich On 01.08.2009 @ 5:13 am

I hustled myself down the stairs, and waited, as usual, for the toast to pop. Anticipating a perfectly-toasted breakfast is the only thing that makes standing in a cold, cold kitchen for four minutes in your boxer shorts worthwhile…except when your girlfriend has adjusted the settings, and all you get is a blackened square of hell.

Posted By PlatinumOstrich On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am