Three Lovesongs for The DeafThree Lovesongs for The DeafThree Lovesongs for The Deaf9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ash Wednesday, and everything is a mess.
People pillage the streets like pigeons in the street faire ahead, and I walk closer with my eyes darting curiously from cluster to cluster.
My senses are bursting like firecrackers. The scents of the street burn in my nose so pleasantly; my taste buds were so vacant and craving. I can almost taste the colors that shatter so exquisitely across the palate of cement-there are sunburst yellows everywhere I look. Oranges and reds, too. I wish you could have seen it.
I was never one for lemonade, but it is everywhere, and it looks divine. Lemons and sugar-more sunburst yellows. Citrus pinwheels dancing around in big vats of pungent juices. The thought alone makes me pucker.
Subconsciously I'm walking to the beat of drums in the distance.
Letter to a FriendI'm actually glad you died.Letter to a Friend9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You didn't deserve what this life did to you. It was hard to notice the pain at such a young age. At first I thought it was rebellion. Not until much later did I end up realizing it was more like desperation. I rode your rollercoaster for quite some time, but soon it brought me down and I had to get off. Still, thanks for the ride.
Do you remember German? I swear we'd spend the entire class period searching our dictionaries for any and all swear words and dirty phrases...and we'd use 'em, too! And there's no way we'll forget our teacher, Hitler's grandma. We used to laugh when she'd yell at us for saying, "Alle Deutsche Maedchen sind haesslich!" We didn't care that the only reason we thought that was because our books were printed in the early 80s. (I mean, come on. Everyone was ugly in the 80s.) However, my two year stint in Germany sure proved us wrong. Those Aryan hotties would've made you take back things you never stole!
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