I don’t remember life without her.  Auntie was always there until, of course, I shot her. I was 18.   The gun? It was hers. She kept two, a shot gun her son used to hunt deer with and the little handgun that she used to put away ‘destructive raccoons.’ I …
I was a disappointment to my parents.  They never said so, but sometimes walking into a room, where I heard a whispering conversation seconds before and then an embarrassed silence after I walked in was clue enough.  My mother was always the first to recover.  “There you are, dear; your …
What, sanctions our thoughts?  Rather, who sanctions our thoughts, right?  I mean no harm. I’m not at all articulate, so my mother always said.  She doesn’t say much now, thank goodness.      Where was I?  Sanctions?  Sanctions.  A political term now because most minds reflect our bodies; wide eyed, …
The word normal is overused. And, by the way, ‘normal,’ should in no way cause anyone a sense of well-being or security. In today’s world, normal means, ‘I have you in my clutches.’ Laugh, I don’t care.  I just want a cup of coffee and I’m on my way. Yeah, …
Sure, after three kids, she gained some weight. And yeah, I missed the thin young woman; long shapely legs, straight golden blond hair, and breasts that stood out with no help from me or her clothes. As my girlfriend, she was uninhibited, as my wife; she was without shame, I’d …
An invitation is often wordless and in today’s world oh so very dangerous.
Vilmos is the most difficult. I must take special care with his character
“Michael, I’ve seen him. Your father. He was right, dear, he has returned. I’ve seen him, dear, and I know tomorrow he will come and speak to me.” She was right. He came, and I was waiting. My father was always a hard man, pushing me toward greater things, pushing me to leave my mark on the world.
Then the clock on her office wall stopped at 3:15 PM every day. She replaced it and that clock stopped every day at 3:15… every day. She took the clock down and didn’t put up another. Every day she noticed the clock at 3:15 PM. No matter where she was or what she was doing. There were days when she didn’t think of him at all until 3:15 PM.
Break the windows, shatter the frail walls of long left alone, nobody cares.
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