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Never finding the stars"I've never found the stars, for they were always too poetic for me to reach."Never finding the stars by *enigmaticsmile
I looked over at her, admiring her form highlighted in the window by the moon. "You've never found them? Are they not right there in the sky?
She turned her head towards me, away from the night heavens, and her fine, frizzy, mist of humidity-curled hair blossomed slightly in the moonlight as she did so. "These are just distant representations that tell us where they are located in the galaxy, Charles. They are simply the same as a portrait of the night sky or a sonnet written about twinkling celestial bodies.
Always the CoffeeParked in agony, he spent his time looking in mirrors and staring into her absence. The reality of her departure was almost bearable, but the loss of her ideal lay in far deeper waters than he could ford.Always the Coffee by *enigmaticsmile
All inanimates seemed to lose their liking for him: toast less crisp, pencils harder to sharpen, and socks never stayed paired. Toilet tissue was now undoubtedly too thin. He would swear that the traffic lights, in their now longer phases of angry red, blamed him for her absence and were determined to let him sit in his own poisonous fumes at every intersection.
His misspent hopes of a child, one
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."Every Angel Deserves a Child by *enigmaticsmile
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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