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The tea set sits neglected due to the protracted absence of guests at a posh residence, where visitors today are rare. No one dares to visit for word that it houses the ghost of a once-famous TV host known to serve tea during the wee hours between 1:00 and 3:00 AM, leaving a sensation of chill and sorrow in the air. Only empty cups, unfilled for the unfulfilled.

Shift Gifts

A vase with purple misshapen polka dots, a hula dancer lamp, a beige tinted  statue of a nude–gifts you’re tempted to shift. Somebody may not be the wiser. What was presented to you is now gifted to another. What comes around keeps going around. Was it at Peggy’s shower when you first saw that doodad made by Ronco? On another occasion at Roscoe’s birthday party, the same gift by Ronco reappears. Christmas rolls around. Surprise! That doodad by Ronco is yours. How many times has this been re-gifted? Best not to break the chain. There’s a party coming up for Susie . . .

Image contributed by Moi

Image contributed by Moi

©2015 Karina Pinella

An Immorality Tale

Half-Chechen and half Avar—the Tsarnaev brothers—Tamerlan and Dzokhar. They came to America, received love and welcome from us Bostonians. In return, they cooked up nails, ball bearings, and black powder to show the world their militant Islamic power. A showdown in Watertown—one down, one to a holding cell. Thus, the hearing began. Silent, stoic, Dzokhar displayed no remorse, no affect. His tears trickled only by reason of mirror neurons. His wailing aunt a touch away would have moved him to yawn instead had that been her lead. At last, the jury is out—death penalty for one who lost his morality. A sentence to life or death still seems not enough for the marathon effort the survivors have to bear until their dying breath.

©2015 Karina Pinella