Hiking was Tom’s hobby. She texted him a photo of snow-coated mountain tops from her seat in the plane with the caption, “guess where I am?” Tom never responded. She still stares at that message, waiting.
Obsession
A Meandering, Sometimes Agonizing Path
“I mean, we’re not that close now, but he’s the guy who will take me to the hospital at the end of my life when I’m dying. I married him for that. For the end. And, of course, for the children. He’ll be the one to take me when I need chemo.”
“Do you have cancer?” I asked.
“Not yet,” she said.
Abundant Peace; This Is the Hour of Change; The Myth of Ithaca; At My Desk in the Guest Bedroom; Miracle at the Dining Room Table
My son pauses the game to say, “One time the wind was blowing so hard
you could even see it. It was gray, and it pushed against you when you walked.”
These realities of All falling down
Can’t do it. No. At Dell’s such is not true. We are our own bosses. We are all drum-trained for eight weekends of personalized DNA based mastisticized one-on-one bootcampery, that we are self-managing. We are responsible for our own development. If laws have been broken, contact local law enforcement. Otherwise, as Everest stands on its own, so do we.
Non-Traditional Realism
In short, as I am saying "What do you think you'll order for dessert?" my mind is churning with reaction to surrounding activity—talk, laugher, clatter, people rushing past, etc. Much but not all of this churning is conscious, much is subconscious. But, if you wanted to dig deep enough, perhaps a novel could be dug from those twenty seconds.
Agni’s Reluctant Body-Partner
Sometimes I pitied Amma for having to relentlessly perform her role and live up to Appa’s expectations. The roles and rules were very clear. Amma and I were occupants of this house. Appa was the owner. Amma was a tenant in their marriage, Appa, its owner. It didn’t leave me with a rosy picture of marriage.