Aromatherapy

School days meant up-before-dawn, carpools across town, tuna-sandwiches and rotting bananas shoved in brown paper sacks. Then home by bus – exhaust, the stench of old men, stale lunchbags, gym shoes and pre-adolescent sweat. Four blocks to home by foot, the locals taunting, the inevitable tussle – blood mixing with moldy leaves and mud. I’d […]

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Cracked Eggs

I have eggs, she cooed, here in my basket – care to have a peek? Considered his response carefully, not wanting to count this chicken, even as the plot was hatching. Hesitation, she scolded, only ever loses. Yes,┬áhe concurred, but if I act too early all you’ll get is a worm. (Twisted Adages is the […]

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