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A Day

*A pleasant work of fiction


Summer has ended. If I’m to be allowed back into school I must needs to present a full summer report as Ms. Carter so persuasively pointed out to our class before we were temporarily unshackled from the widely accepted form of imprisonment that is educational institution. We were also instructed to write an introduction to our report proper to be followed by at least 1000 words. I guess this is mine.

My last summer report will about my family, and finding the perfect gift for my grandparents on their anniversary. It’s their 45th, I think. I believe 50 years of married life deserves some kind of nationwide awarding ceremony but that’s an issue for the government, not me. I would if I could. I’ve never seen two people more in love. A decade of that is extraordinary by itself. Half a century is mind boggling-ly amazing. (Three cheers for artistic license!)

I read somewhere that the perfect gift to give is something that shows just how much you know the receiver and that if given to anyone else would make zero sense. Once, I gifted my best friend the remains of Continue reading

"Those" moments..., Author's Picks, Thoughts, Xenolexica


Torn, in a rather wonderful way

THEIR EYES MEET; and despite the distance he is transported to her side. Chattering friends and acquaintances circled them each yet, at the instant their fields of vision collide, the world falls silent and everything enters a state of perpetual deceleration. They were two stars, which, despite being in a sundry sea of other celestial bodies, were connecting; forming a line; disregarding every other twinkling ball of gas. In those short moments, it was only they in the universe, locked in a perennial gaze.

What was a few seconds seemed like eons in her prepossessing brown eyes. Those two lovely spheres from which she peers into the world, undoubtedly seeing only beauty and grace, takes hold of the man’s mind, heart and spirit. He knows how much he’d welcome swimming in those eyes…and even drowning in them.

Then, something even more wonderful happens. Continue reading

Wonderfully Torn