In hot pursuit, Mike dodged the shoe she threw at him as he jumped over a turned over trash can. The alley was narrow and filled with items Mike never imagined he would see. She took her clothes off as she ran, throwing her skirt and blouse at him as they charged down the dark row.
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Crouching near the base of the cement stairs, Magda could hear booted footsteps approaching. Shifting back into the shadows, the approaching torches were glowing, casting shadows of their bearer against the stone walls of the stairwell. She would know his profile anywhere. She unsheathed her dagger and held it firmly in her hand.
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“Is that what I am to you? Charity?!” Spittle flew from his mouth.
She was startled by his anger but dared not respond. He was most dangerous when he yelled like this. Angry, but not being loud.
He stepped closer, his fetid breath washing over her face.
“Well?” He said, his eyes hot embers of fury.
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I was afraid. Afraid my feelings were unfounded.
I lifted the tarp and saw the smooth shape of the convertible’s wheel wells beneath.
Pulling the tarp back further, a wave of foul odor hit my face like a brick. I could see a foot extended over the back seat into the front.
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A failure of
Mythic proportions
Epic forgiveness
Wrapped in a wrapper
Of cellophane
A heart shaped box
And a pair of lying eyes
That I never could resist
It’s seagreen, the glasseye
I avoid its crystalline glare
Above is a portrait of mermaids
Amid a green smog
I glance around and wonder
How much the rent is.
“For the last time, Mama, I’m not a hair dresser. I’m a stylist!”
“Stylist? Don’t go puttin’ on airs, Daughter Mine. You’re a hair dresser. Just like your no good Meemaw was.”
Tara felt hot tears running down her face.
“Meemaw was not no good, Mama.” She said in a low voice, eyes averted. “You are.”
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I am heartbroken.
I have never been effected by the death of a celebrity as I am by the death of Robin Williams. He has been my favorite actor since I was a kid watching reruns of Mork and Mindy. He was a talent that could not be matched and a heart that could not be mended. As an adult, I learned of his battles with bipolar disorder, depression, drugs and alcohol and my heart went out to him. I am not one who normally follows celebrities but those I am especially fond of, I like to learn of their personal lives and what kind of people they are. Robin, though generous and caring, was not the type of person to widely publicize his good deeds, preferring to keep them private. That alone spoke highly of his character.
When I watched the movie Patch Adams, I felt like I was seeing into his soul, like that movie was about him and who he was. A caring man who gives happiness to others while struggling to hold his own troubles hidden. I felt numb at the news of his death and immediately rejected the initial announcement that he had killed himself. I thought there must be some mistake and that it was an accident of some kind. It pained me to think of this man in so much pain that he decided to end it himself.
Today, I read the announcement of his initial autopsy results and I was in tears. Still, a part of me wants to believe that someone killed him, that he was not responsible for taking himself from this world. I recognize that I am in denial, but why? I did not personally know this man. I have never met him or seen him in public as people from all over the world are posting. I had no personal connection to him or his life. And then I realized that I did have a connection.
Robin was a rarely talented man who had the power and passion to speak to me as a person. My favorite movie of all time, Dead Poets Society, was so powerful and moving. He was a leader and confidant to those young men in need of guidance. He was a voice of reason and inspiration in a time of my life when I needed both. Every movie of his I watch I feel his touch, his presence and the power of his spirit. There are no half-assed performances with Robin Williams. He gave his all every time. Perhaps he gave too much of himself.
My deepest and heartfelt condolences go out to his family and friends. I know the hole in your heart is a million times bigger than the one in mine and I wish you peace.
~ Eileen
“I can’t.” Marie’s eyes dropped to the ground. Her pale hands were clasped in front of her, the red nails looking suddenly garish in the waning light.
“You can’t or you won’t? I know it’s difficult.” Michael put a gentle finger under her chin and tipped her face up. He met her eyes and smiled.
“I can’t.” She smiled with menace and Michael’s spine tingled in fear.
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Once her chores were done, Melody set out to shower and get ready. Passing the mirror in her bedroom, her eye caught the picture of Chad in the lower corner and her heart began to pound. Just a few hours until their first date. She smiled and waved to his picture as she skipped into the attached bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and reached for the shampoo.
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~ Eileen 🙂
Eileen Maki 