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bagel

Susie stared at the bagel that had been sitting on the rickety table for five days. The ants had come and gone. It was too hard to penetrate, but on day six, it became the perfect weapon to throw at her brother.

The tornado Twists and turns Like gypsy dancers Twirling their colorful scarves. Silk flies this way and that As the wind Mixes colors and Blurs images. The music slows. The dancers kiss the ground, And stillness returns.

walls

I walked through the empty house one last time the night before we left town. The WALLS were for the most part quiet, but as I stood quietly in the forgotten room down in the basement, I could have sworn that I heard crying. I closed my eyes and let the filmstrip of memories run quickly through my thoughts. Both happy and sad. Funny and serious. The air was dank, the spider webs drooped, My presence known by no one or no thing. In time, I knew I must go, and when I turned, I saw my reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked closer until I was sure. How silly of me, WALLS do not cry. People do

While walking up and down The long hill in the country The other day, Emotions entered and departed my heart and mind: Sadness – it was my deceased Father’s 88th birthday. Apprehension – would a bear Cross my path? Delight – the colors of Fall! One heart, one mind, so many Various emotions.

signs

The signs - to me they all pointed me in the same direction. But he said he doesn't believe in signs. Don't do it the signs said to me Do Not Do It!!!!!!

Your breath. Inches away from mine at night. Blowing life and love all over my face. it matters not that it still smells of the fish and beer you had tonight. i love you.

help

My Mama always told me that even though The Help washed my clothes, it was my responsibility to put them away. And even though The Help ironed my clothes, it was my responsibility to keep them unwrinkled. The 60's were an in-between time, and Mama was feeling an internal pressure to respect the woman that came to our home to help with the laundry. A decade before that, The Help would have most likely been treated differently.

claim

Eliza and Joshua were both just 19 years old When they walked through the doors at The San Francisco Savings and Loan to claim the money for the gold they had in their two burlap bags. They had no idea what they would do with the money, but they did know that the wedding that they had talked about for months would now happen for sure. Eliza ran her fingers over her swollen belly and whispered quietly to the baby within. " Wait....you just wait. Everything is going to be fine now".

It all happened in the park last Saturday afternoon. I hadn't seen him in so many years. His hair was a little longer and maybe a bit curlier When our eyes met though, I knew it was him. Breathing was as hard as 5 year old having an asthma attack

A family Created ...... formed from the same bloodline Loves too much Cares too much Dysfunctional

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Karen wrote about side
“A story consists of more than "sides". Every life experience is an amalgam of perception, reality and short and long term effects. There aren't sides.”

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