Flowers for Billy and Rose

Screaming echoed throughout the ward as a visitor was buzzed in. “Come in. He’s ready,” said the nurse, her demeanor disinterested and unaffected by the chaotic shrieking all around her. The woman followed the nurse into the dormitory where a young man was sitting on the bed, face buried in his hands. He looked up, […]

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Excercise in Futility

The random thoughts of days long past never cease to give me insight into the purpose of tomorrow. But that doesn’t mean I do not doubt. That does not mean I do not have sleepless nights where I wonder about my purpose and my being. That does not mean I ever forget. I will never […]

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The Angels Bowling

When I was younger, I was afraid of thunder. The rain would pour down and I would cringe when I saw the flash because I knew what was coming next. There would be a slight crackle and then—in the space of a millisecond—there would be a great boom as if a cannon from the civil […]

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Picture in a frame

I look at her picture again. She was so beautiful to me back then. She is no longer beautiful to me now. She is just what she is: a picture in a frame. The dark-haired, blue eyed beauty I once loved unrequitedly no longer has that luster. Does that mean she changed? Or did I […]

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