Stories tagged “aging”
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Spoiled Milk Milkshakes
She stood there in front of the mirror in her itsy-bisty, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini. She hadn’t worn it since the summer 0f 1950, when she had been 18 years old and into the rebellious stuff. Truth be told, she had forgotten all about ...
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Charity is a Thing of the Past.
20,000 years ago Jarvey Gonzaga started taking his Tyson’s. To put that into perspective, when he started the treatment, the whole of written human history was 7,000 years. I turned 8,425 last month. Jarvey has seen more of human history than any...
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In A Hurry To Stay Young
In his dreams he pushes back. He is eleven years old. His world has changed so much, his understanding of his place within it crumbling away. A few weeks ago he would have been playing games on the playground. Now, because of some understanding between...
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Enclosed
“Be prepared, sir, this sleep is rather like you’re in a dream. If you realize you’re in it, you’re likely to wake up.” “And what happens to me then?” “Well, presumably, all would go as planned, except fo...
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Bright Light
What’s that? A face. My…mother’s? I reach out my tiny hands, is she real? I’m taking my first steps. Shaky legs, bent to fall forward and crawl, but no, that’s not how everyone else gets around. Tricycle, my hands grip the...
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Another Year Older
One year past and another ahead Standing in the middle of time The coming of a day brings with it a change felt within A moment where the thoughts of a year past feel as old as time, And yet very little has changed The future seems to bring a much brig...
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Perils of Being a Dreamer
In the dusty light of the attic, Harmon sat cross-legged, which he really shouldn’t have been doing on account of his knees. Tear after tear made their slow courses down his face, a face no longer young but not quite what one might call old. Tany...
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Arlen, Forgotten
“Oh, hi Arlen.” the old man said from his arm chair, still fumbling for his TV Guide. The younger man crossed the room, a forced smile on his face. He took a chair by its back and effortlessly spun it backwards, straddling it like in the co...
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Creative Differences
Hayder had a wispy little beard, bags under his eyes and a sickly complexion. He was only thirty-one, even though he looked like he’d seen the world twice over and written whole novels complaining about it. The toll of too many drinks and cigarettes ...
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The Man of Few Faces
He was only strong enough to scatter few rocks as the bag settled. Cursing, he kicked them, clenched his fist and jaw, and stomped off to release the fifth bag. He did so with a rapid draw back of his hand. He looked at it on the ground with a wrinkle ...
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Life at 55 mph
Drive the backroads in December. Watch the field sparrows scrape the gravel of the berm looking for the corn the grain trucks spilled on route to the silos. Occasionally a harrier hawk will interrupt the search with a search of her own. Life here can b...
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Aging
I try not to complain about my age, because when I’m 30, I’m going to say “I wish I was in my 20’s again!” But I’ll try not to complain about my age then, because when I’m 40, I’m going to say “I wi...
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I Think I've Reached That Age...
It’s three PM. Work’s been running long and I finally get a chance to take a break. I decide to drop into Gino’s and grab a couple of slices for a late lunch. I’m in a booth, waiting for my slices, and I’m twisting my wedding ring on and off ...
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Retracing Your Steps.
“Dear! If you don’t hurry up and get your shoes tied, we’ll never see Maggie blowing out her candles! Hurry!” Penny shouted to her husband, proceeding to the car. He strung the remaining loop through and pulled tightly. He went ...