Sometimes old memories rediscovered us. This one had found me in a dream and here I was, holding a plane ticket, pulling my carry-on through the terminal, imagining the beer that awaited me in the first bar I passed. 543 more words
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Vignette inspired by: After Traffic Stop, Teen Was “Almost Another Dead Black Male, NPR, August 15, 2014
“I’m afraid.” He lifts his head and looks into the other man’s eyes, studies the nose, eyes, and chin that they share. 841 more words
He can’t give the shirt to myself; he can only give it to me.
I can’t give the shirt to himself, only to him. He, of course, can give the shirt to himself, although he is more likely to put it on. 109 more words
I was on the phone with my mother-in-law yesterday and I told her that I would be bringing the twins to the pedia later to have their cold and cough checked. 922 more words