Tag: Relationships
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George And The Postman
Uncle George pulled his black Dodge sedan into the garage, just like he did every other night. He closed the garage door and unlocked the side door to the house. Beauty was waiting patiently for him to arrive home, in the kitchen, right where she belonged. He walked to the front door and she walked…
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The Shop, The Train, The Girl
Five hours was a long time to kill between trains, and having finished his book he was desperate for something to do. He browsed the little book store, more like a kiosk actually, and found a lot of books but not any that he was interested in. His tastes did not run to pathetic CEO…
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Island Memories
It was before most cars had air-conditioning; so even on the hottest days we drove with the windows rolled down. Always in that black ’63 Impala, or later on, the blue one. And finally the Nova. My grandparents were working class people with union jobs. They bought American. They bought Chevy. WMCA New York was…
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Stupid Career Advice
Or, how to tell if someone is completely full of shit. “Never say it’s not my job.” Great advice if you want to get pimped and punked for the rest of your life. “You make your own luck.” Anyone that says this sucks at math. “Be patient.” We’ll pay you what you deserve when we…
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Yes, You Can Be Friends
Don’t Be A Soulless Weasel. Someone I follow on LinkedIn, a “career expert” with a lot of followers threw this out. I never found myself disagreeing with her before. But this time she lost me. She was adamant: “Managers cannot be friends with subordinates.” There are other prohibitions that so-called wise people like to throw…
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Illumination
Sam stood on the apron of the stage, looking at the mannequin. It was wearing a red dress and he liked what he saw. It had been a long night with many trips up to the rafters above the auditorium adjusting the lights. He was having trouble getting the red to pop in the dress…
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Gretchen
Damn. John stared in disbelief. It had to be her, frigging Conway. It seemed this hard as nails, uptight, cutthroat litigator could rock a whole different persona. He laughed at himself. Despite how much he liked his fiancé, Claire, he had to admit Conway had taken his breath away when he saw her walking through…
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Trish
Trish leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out over the ottoman. It was a move designed to focus his attention; but to be honest, his attention didn’t need much more focusing. They’d been sitting here in the hotel lobby, close to the fireplace for nearly two hours. Save for a couple…
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Disconnected
It hangs in my memory, isolated. I can’t reminisce because there is no one else that would remember it. It’s weird, such an impactful experience. I remember the hot sweaty dance club, our senses heightened by days off the grid. I remember the cold mountain air at night. I remember the night before we started…
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Against the Ropes
A pool of light ahead, spilling onto the road from a barn light or a closed gas station. The inside of the car is bright for an instant, then dark; except for the muted glow of the gauges. Your thoughts return. They are never good thoughts. Being alone with your thoughts is like being alone…