Naomi Rogers
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The Food Truck that Never Fails
During the pandemic there has been a scarcity in satisfying take out. This very well may be due to difficulty acquiring ingredients or lack of customers. The task of finding top tier take out has become a daunting one. In my area there are plenty of varieties and options however not many are worth the price. For example, one thing that should be avoided at all costs is sushi, the only guaranteed satisfactory rolls can be found in the tourist attraction towns that lie 20 minutes or more outside of my driving range. Despite being in Maryland I am not the biggest fan of seafood nor crab eliminating many of the surrounding restaurants. Of course there are always the reliable burger joints however, somedays I am in search of extraordinary flavor. In my search for gustatory satisfaction time and time again I have thrown my money away on bland, cold, or just plain mediocre take out.
By Naomi Rogers5 years ago in Feast
Till Death Do Us Reunite
I stood staring at the base of the steps where the dark brown stain remained. It had been nine years since the sudden and startling passing of my beloved wife. The mark in the hardwood served as a reminder of the manner in which her body lay curled at the base of the steps, a pool of blood around her head like a sickly crimson halo. I still find myself staring at the spot picturing the blood that oozed from her head wound, seeking heavenly answers as to why it had to happen. It still felt like a surreal nightmare, a ghostly reminder of her presence. From that day on my life felt stagnant as I rehearsed the same staged directions and repeated the same lines. I didn’t have the heart to pack away her possessions, they still remained posed around the house as if they too were waiting for her return. I developed a belief in ghosts as I seeked out signs that her spirit remained in our home, hoping she would reach out to me. At the time friends awkwardly gathered attempting to find the words that would bring the utmost comfort, only to fall short. Truth is it would have just been nice if they had showed up and whisked me away, it’s difficult to express how daunting it is to ask for help.
By Naomi Rogers5 years ago in Humans
In The Bag
George squinted against the berating sun as he stepped out of the diner. Every Thursday afternoon he would sit down to a hearty meal of eggs benedict with the occasional side of wedge salad, then return home with a bag of leftovers tucked under his arm and an uncomfortably full gut. Like much of the little town of Fredrick everyone went about the same routine performing tasks in a rather predictable manner as if they were bits in grandfather clock turning cogs, undulating weights , and pendulums oscillating all coming together to form the ticking town of Frederick. The end of winter was near causing George to take note of the bird songs that crescendoed as he trekked along the sidewalk towards his car. The snow that had once bestrewn the land had surrendered and seeped into the earth causing the ground to become an impasto painting of thick mud that would later sprout forth specks of green with the kiss of the warm spring air. George plotted past the tailor shop heading towards his abused toyota pickup truck he had parallel parked haphazardly. He breathed in deep enjoying the revivifying aroma of damp soil and fresh sprouts that previewed a spring to come. Up ahead an armored truck pulled out from in front of the bank, George watched as it departed down the street past the rows of modest stores. It took a sharp turn at the stoplight little ways down the road causing the hefty vehicle to tilt a bit with the motion.
By Naomi Rogers5 years ago in Humans
