humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Diamond
Shelby stood at the counter, glancing around at the small number of patrons in the jewelry store. They were completely oblivious of her, but she felt like she stood out like a fish out of water. This was not a store she frequented nor did she own any similar items such as the ones displayed in the shining, crystal clear cases. Except for the ring, of course. That enormous, beautiful diamond ring she had shown the jeweler was all hers.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
Sunday Afternoon
It had been a long winter. Cathy took the dog on a long walk for the first time in months. Short walks had been more common, but out of the routine they had previously established. Several long walks, ten miles a day had dropped significantly with the cold. A change in weather, the warmth that had sprung up meant a return to normal. With winter’s end in sight, warmer days, and clearing snow meant there were more people out and about along the path than they had seen in weeks, months. This fact would have been annoying at first, a distraction to her dog, Addie, or a constant stream of people bringing obstacles to maneuver around. But, with more people out, there had been an effect she had missed. Money.
By Cathy Gordon5 years ago in Humans
Luck of the Draw
Marino’s Store, General Merchandise, Dry Goods & Shoes, Groceries, said the sign above the wide cypress planked covered porch which led into the mildewed white frame structure. For Teebeau, a town of a thousand whites and another thousand blacks, squeezed in between two moss draped bayous, Marino’s was THE store. If Marino’s didn’t have what you wanted, you were likely to do without, unless you had cash and access to a car to take you to New Roads, or better yet, twenty miles to the ferry to cross over into Baton Rouge for some serious shopping.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Humans
Broken Dreams, Last Hopes
On my first day off in what seemed like forever, there was a merciless, torrential downpour. I hadn’t been sleeping much in between shifts at my three jobs, but that morning there could have been a zombie apocalypse and I still wouldn’t have woken from my overdue slumber.
By Daniel Austin5 years ago in Humans
Between The Pages
The bandage was too tight on my arm. Why do they always make this bandage so tight? Good God, I can still feel the needle. I put a few quarters into the vending machine for a snack to make sure I wouldn't pass out. I had been donating plasma twice a week for the past six months. It was the only thing keeping me from starving. I had been through so many jobs over the past three years. All dead ends. I keep thinking a new job will make things better, but after a few months it becomes this place I hate, managed by people I hate, for pay that is never enough for the frustration and never-ending dread of being forced to trade my time for a few dull pennies. It's never enough! It's not worth it. So I quit over and over. I often think about how I might have done things differently. Maybe if I had made different decisions I wouldn't be unemployed, living with my sister, and having my plasma sucked out for money. I'm too old and fat to be a stripper.
By Mara Lattanzi5 years ago in Humans
Meet James...
So I have decided to start writing. I am just going to write whatever comes to my mind and build on it. My name is James and I am a father of two, grandfather of two and husband of 32 years. I have had an interesting life, at least after the dull years I lived growing up. I was born to mom and dad in 1972, the first of 5 children over the next 10 years. We were a modest family but we were usually ok. I don’t recall ever really wanting for anything. We always had something to eat and clothes on our backs. My childhood is kind of hazy aside from memories of specific moments and regular traditions. I don’t remember being overly loved on nor do I feel I was not loved. We just were. We went to church regularly. Every Sunday, morning and evening as well as Wednesday night services. It was just what we did, it was normal.
By James Rich5 years ago in Humans
