Grace Flowers
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Financial Independence
My room is dark despite it being 3:00pm on a Tuesday in the middle of July. I closed my blinds two weeks ago to stave off the guilt of staying indoors for days on end, remembering what it was like to be depressed. But I’m not depressed, it’s just summer.
By Grace Flowers5 years ago in Families
Passed Time
Lorraine and Melvin got married twenty four years ago, and their clock stopped working twenty one years ago. The clock was a wedding present that sat atop their mantle, hands unmoving for eternity, or at least until they replaced the batteries. But they had been procrastinating buying new batteries for twenty one years. Originally out of laziness, but by now the batteries had grown more expensive than it was worth to invite that incessant ticking back into their lives. It would be nice to have the clock work again, but Lorraine had to admit she enjoyed having a quiet, peaceful living room to read in. Her father had loved it dearly when he owned it, for it was his oldest antique given to him by his father, but he decided to give it away along with his daughter so she could have a piece of her dad with her for the rest of time. And for that reason alone, Lorraine couldn’t bring herself to get rid of that broken old clock.
By Grace Flowers5 years ago in Families
