humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Lillyanne
Lillyanne Chapter One The mop moved in wide perfect figure eights, forcing dirty water and suds to swirl in patterns and floating shapes like cream in a coffee cup. Joseph Williams, the one who moved the mop back and forth, stood tall over the floor and watched his work with what could only be described as wonder, or maybe a deep concentration.
By Edith P Hill5 years ago in Humans
The Good Samaritan
As she lay there in her tiny apartment scrolling through her phone, the washing machine's high-pitched melody played the all-too-familiar tune announcing that the laundry needed to be changed over danced through the air. It, contrarily, had close to the same effect as nails on a chalkboard to her ears. She promptly procrastinated another 30 minutes before finally peeling herself from the comfort of the well-worn couch. She knew it wouldn't happen without her doing and accepted defeat. She picked up an empty coke bottle and her jacket on the way to the laundry room, tidying as she walked. All she could think about was how boring and mundane her life was becoming. Every day the same thing. Wake up, go to work, come home, cook, clean, distraction takeover until bedtime. She hadn't taken a vacation in years on account of her having $200 in the bank.
By HM Phoenix5 years ago in Humans
Little Girl Lost
It seems impossible that I am sitting in my sweet little house, the first I have ever owned, sipping steamy black coffee, that I am 60 years old. It feels like yesterday that I rammed through years of my life knowing I had all the time in the world. Always searching for that adorable, trusting, little girl I somehow let down. I am not sure when exactly I lost her, I have only one real memories of her existence. There was a big party in the family’s new home. She was dressed in favorite dress. It was creamy white, with short sleeves that puffed up like little clouds. At the neck was a peter pan collar and a long green stemmed, red rose, stitched down the front. You could feel the rose if ran your finger over the stitching. It was the first ‘big girl’ dress she ever owned. She twirled around in it in front of the mirror just to feel the soft material against her legs and watch the rose move back and forth, swaying in breeze that was her own. In that moment she was a princess and so excited to see the guests arrive and show off her beautiful new dress. It was a wonderful night that was burned in her memory and it was the last memory like that she would ever have. That was right before I lost that sweet little girl and all her innocence. I have spent a lifetime trying to find her.
By Suzanne Ball5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
It's 6:00 am the phone alarm rings, I snooze for 6:10. Coffee and dressed by 6:25 and out the door by 6:35. Gotta punch in by 6:45, work till 11, leave, go back and work till 3. Time to head home. I get back to my house, my wife, the dog, my little black book. Pay day is thursday and I open my book to a fresh page. Time to do my bills, I simply have to budget. I have to get it out of the way. I have to get it out on paper. Everything paid, no need to bore with the specifics, $150 left over this week. My little black book keeps me in check. I turn to a fresh page. I write down all my debts, and I write down what I need to pay them. "How am I going to do this?", I ask myself. I don't know, I just know I will. In life, while you're here living it, anything can happen. I turn the page once more and at the top I jot, "To Do List". Dishes, laundry, pay bills, garbage, the usual. I check a few off and save a few for tomorrow. One more page for the day. This one titled, "Wish List". At the very top, Porsche 911 carerra 4s cabriolet. That's a long shot, but a guys gotta dream. Next on the list, an exquisit gun collection. Wow, I'm a simple guy, but I'll probably make note of this again tomorrow. If it gets out on paper, then its not just in our heads, and if its not just in our heads, its one step closer to reality. With my business delt with I close my book and put it back in the safe. Tomorrow on the way home from work I'll buy another $20 ticket at the gas station by my house. My lucky 1995 quarter has 4 wins and 2 losses under its belt, so I'm feeling pretty good.
By Alex Davis5 years ago in Humans
Cracks In The Cement
Seattle had never felt colder. Sitting on the ground, back up against the wall of a brick building, staring at the cracks in the cement - her mind wandered. Not six months prior had her life been a completely different vision. She remembered the smiles of close friends, of co-workers. The warmth of her bed in her small studio apartment on the lively Capital Hill. She could almost smell the scent of freshly baked, freshly bought pizza sitting atop her counter after a long day at the office. She could almost feel the healing rush of hot water in the shower on a cold day. Her thoughts brought subtle tears to her eyes. The pandemic had changed everything.
By Paige Davis5 years ago in Humans
A Star Is Born
A Star Is Born In a time long ago - Okay, March 29th 1982, (if you wanna get specific) before the internet was born and a person could reach the heights of stardom for having a cat that can flush the toilet, the earth-bound stars of Hollywood gathered at the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion in Los Angeles to be honored at the 54th annual Academy awards.
By Andrea Flax5 years ago in Humans
