Tag: short story

Because I am grumpy, I do not like change.  I do not want large groups of people moving into town and I don’t want to have to wait in line to buy groceries.  Call me a curmudgeon if you want to, but I like what I like.    Here’s what’s happening.  My neighborhood is about to change and I don’t like it.  There is a…

I really wanted to love Chicago, I really did.  I always had dreams about living in a big city that never sleeps and being able to access all the art museums and listen to live music.  I wanted to be able to immerse myself in the culture I had longed to be a part of for years.  Coming from a town that shut down at seven…

“That’s the thing about this city.  You never know who or what is going to show up next.”  My father was once again warning me about the crime rate in our town of roughly 2,000 people.  The most exciting thing that had happened in town was when a movie ‘director’ showed up unexpectedly and said he wanted to use the townspeople…

I had longed for a room of my own since my sister was born.  Now that I had my own room, I wasn’t sure I wanted it.  A room to myself was quiet and lonely and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.  Amelia and I had been sharing a room since she was able to sleep in a twin…

The only time we ever got to spend the night in a hotel was almost ruined by my brother’s insistence that we order room delivery.  He believed no one in their right mind could eat plain peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in a room this nice.  Larry needed a hamburger and a cold Coca-Cola.  Why that was the nicest…

My mom always told me that it was necessary for our souls to go on a journey so we could learn something.  That’s usually because she was getting us kicked out of apartment after apartment after she constantly was warned about being too loud.  She had never had an ‘inside’ voice and never seemed to learn…

I was taught how to recycle at a young age.  We literally reused or recycled 98% of the items we brought home.  I think this is where I got my sense of style as well as my art style.  I loved going to thrift stores to buy clothing so I could mix and match my…

I have always been told not to go into my sister’s bedroom.  Under any circumstance.  So of course, I snuck into her room as much as I could.  She was only three years older than me so I was obsessed with her clothes, but knew I couldn’t wear them since I wasn’t supposed to be in her room…

Growing up, I never really had a song that I could relate to my life.  My dad never listened to anything but NPR and sports radio so music was hardly played at our house.  My friends always talk about ‘Oh this song was playing when I was buying my prom dress!’ or ‘This song reminds me of that…

“That’s the thing about this city.  It never sleeps and neither do you.  I am constantly finding new things to do and places to go.”    As Frank talked, I stared out the window at the farm he currently lived on and wondered what he was talking about.  How could he find so many different things to go…