humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Little Black Book
The keys to the small, boarded up house hung limply in Diane’s hand. This stale cabin, long-ago forgotten by family members, looked sad, alone on the edge of town. “Well, come on, Diane, might as well get this over with.” The keys turned and the door hinges let out a tired groan as the daylight pierced the dusty living room of the cabin. Sheets covered simple furniture, hand-me-downs of hand-me-downs. This cabin had become the family’s dumping ground for unwanted furniture that never made it to the Goodwill. And now this was the only furniture Diane owned.
By Dorothy Bromley Highsmith5 years ago in Humans
Uri's choice
Sunlight caught Uri’s eye in a blast forcing him to look away. The brightness that crept across the floor, erupting a blinding brilliance onto anything shiny, was like a timer set to keep him from thinking about work too much. It had also forced the little black notebook in the seat across from him into his field of view. He snatched up his backpack and moved across the empty aisle, plopping down next to the book. He glanced around the gate again as if he hadn’t made sure it was empty when he decided to set up there. His flight was to leave in an hour provided the airline didn’t delay it again. Uri had walked past his boarding gate, seeing it packed full of waiting passengers, choosing instead to wait here. He secluded himself yet stayed within earshot of any announcements about his flight. He hated the crowds. And despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to avoid the way people cluster in poor attempts at lines the first moment of boarding, he could at least avoid the calamity until the last minute.
By Kenneth Meade5 years ago in Humans
The COVID Garden
How do I begin? In a year when COVID affected every workplace and when normal had been upended, the usual things we have taken for granted became exceptional. And it was a year when I, Cam MacPhee, landscape designer and gardener met with one group who had to contend with the affects of isolation and their solution. The result of limiting people’s movements created a need to develop the environment they had available to them.
By Catherine Walton5 years ago in Humans
Old, and the Young men of the sea
Sweat falls freely from his forehead, t-shirt sprouting perspiration patches under armpits, back and chest. Breathing warm humid air adding to his enduring discomfort. All said and done, reminded Jack Lamont just how he much he loved his new adopted Country.
By Kanat Wano5 years ago in Humans
Magick's Blue Moon
Magick pressed the last strand of her thick, coarse hair with her “As Seen On Tv” flat iron. She’s relatively pleased with the final product. It was a two-hour long fight to straighten every cuticle and nap. It was exasperating. She refused to perm it like her mother suggested. Perms are too permanent and too much of a commitment to one style. She saw the time and rushed out for school.
By Katrina Loren Tate5 years ago in Humans
Social Stalkers Detective Agency
Even though she was alone, Addison West shut the door of the conference room and moved toward the room’s wall of windows, a true piece d’resistance in the space. A light grey morning haze poured through the windows, bathing the room. Addison peered out almost reflexively to ensure no one was watching. Her practiced scan of the adjacent buildings and street below was sharp, but completely in vain. While the 8am hour might, in most parts of the country, signal a brisk hum to life, here in Palo Alto, the startup culture bustle was still hours away.
By Skylar Schock5 years ago in Humans
