A Grand Good-bye

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Image by Anna

Kelsey cuts herself but no one really pays attention to her. She doesn’t mind because she’s lost her ability to care about what others think of her or her situation. Her parents are too preoccupied vying for other people’s attention. Her siblings seem a generation older than she. What friends? The last Facebook message she received read, “Kelsey flings her boogers around. Beware of UFOs.” Old junior high school crap. Forever memorialized because she doesn’t know how to delete the account.

She’s in her first year of college now. Why did she even bother going? She chose psychology as her major even though she doesn’t want to hear other people’s problems. She took it on only because she didn’t know what else to do. Pressure everywhere. Finally, spring break is here. A break-out from all her problems, her haters, herself. She’s going to go big. Going to the Grand Canyon, where there’s just her and nature. No more people, no more boring lectures.

Now Kelsey’s at the airport, thankful for her little friend, Visa, as supplied by her parents. At least she didn’t have to worry about where to get her next meal. Now she wonders. Am I just another spoiled brat with nothing else better to do? No, she tells herself. I’ve done my share of community service and charity events. I just can’t get in step with others. She boards the plane, finds her seat, and reclines, closing her eyes.

“Kelsey, is that you?”

Kelsey blinks and sees a pair of smiling hazel eyes. Her mind rifles through memories, trying to place the face. Bingo!

“Jess?”

“Hell yeah! Amazing how you haven’t changed much. The same cute freckles and that shade of red hair I can’t forget.”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe this. What are you doing here?”

“Going to hike the Grand Canyon. You? Going to Vegas to roll some dice?”

“I’m still stunned to see you. Never in a thousand years did I think I’d see you after what . . . fifth grade?”

“Yeah, right. From kindergarten through fifth, we were quite the pair together, huh? Tell me what you’ve been up to since you moved away.”

Kelsey grew quiet. How much should she tell this boy, who was her first and only best friend? Well, former; they never kept in touch, so would that make it former then, right? They were only kids.

“You tell me first, Jess. ‘Cuz my mind’s still scrambled from surprise to see you.”

“I’m actually traveling by myself, Kels . . . Hey, remember that? How we’d be called Jess and Kels? We were like twins, but no one ever really understood us, did they?”

“Yeah?”

Jess’ eyes darkened, “I’ll confess, Kels, nothing right’s going on with me. People talk behind my back and say there goes Jess the mess. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I’ve always had a connection with you. Like, I don’t even feel like we’ve been separated for years.”

“Hey, let’s hike the Canyon together.”

They reminisce over the mischief they caused and recall their childhood jokes. They put off talking about the underlying grimness they really feel. Enough time for that when they hike.

The next day, Jess and Kelsey drive out to the Grand Canyon together, simply enjoying each other’s presence, allowing the iPhone tunes playing through the car speaker to blast away the silence and unsavory thoughts. Upon reaching the Grand Canyon and beginning their hike, their conversation drifts again into the dim realm of their present reality.

They find a spot where they stand alone; Kelsey starts to cry.

“My life is a mess too, Jess. It’s a joke. But, as I’m looking out here right now, I see why we’re here. It’s to appreciate the beauty of this world.”

“I get it now too, Kels.”

They hold hands and look quietly out into the deepness of the canyon. They stare at each other, both deciding in their private thoughts to say good-bye to their original plans to jump. They feel a glimmer of hope as their curiosity awakens to what the next day will bring.

Zombody to Love

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Tricia and Don used to roam naked in their house so they could make love wherever and whenever. Once they raided the kitchen and painted each other with peanut butter and jelly. It made for a body-lickin’ good lunch. They followed it with a race to the tub for a memory-lasting scrubby-dub-dub. Rapturous times.

A few years went by. They got up, took off their pajamas, showered, dressed, and went about their business. A new routine. Their marriage counselor assured them, “You’re just going through the zombie stage. This too shall pass. ”

’70s Flashback Romance

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[Story told with Song Titles from the ’70s top hits]

Freddy adjusts his hospital bed so he can recline. Seventy years old and ailing with sarcoma, his only comfort are the memories of when he first met the love of his life. He closes his eyes to recall those times . . .

Over 40 years ago . . .

“Ooh, Candy Man.” Freddy stares at the muscle man centerfold.

No one is around the apartment courtyard to pay attention to him leafing through Billy’s Bi-Cycle World, an underground magazine his former partner used to bring home. Now no one is bringing home anything to him because He’s Alone Again (Naturally). He hasn’t had anyone stay long enough with him through the Seasons in the Sun. He suspects it’s because he dresses like a Rhinestone Cowboy. An eternal optimist, Freddy decides to Get Down Tonight and drop by the club Convoy, where he can be himself as a Dancing Queen.

Tucked in MacArthur Park, the bar looks unassuming from the outside. In contrast, the inside is Hot Stuff, with a strobe light dominating the ceiling and glittering the burgundy and black plush interior. Freddy glides over to the bar.

Knock on Wood.” Freddy raps his knuckles on the oaken counter, as he hails his favorite bartender, Tony. Tony waves at Freddy from the end of the counter, calling out, “I’ll Be There.

Freddy gives him a thumbs up and swivels his chair to the other side to check out the crowd. He sees the regulars and winks at one or two he’s had trysts with. He feels a tap on his shoulder. Someone whispers in his ear, “(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty.”

Recognizing the voice, Freddy laughs as he turns around. “If it ain’t the New Kid in Town. Hey, Daniel, what . . . .” His voice trails as he’s Blinded by the Light that appears to outline the Adonis that stands next to Dan, his friend.

“Freddy, meet Michel. He’s moving here from New York and looking for a place to stay. Since I still live with my parents who aren’t quite open to . . . you know . . .”

“For sure, I Can Help.” Freddy extends his hand to shake Michel’s. “With a Little Luck, we’ll find you a Hotel California.” Freddy squeezes Michel’s hand and adds, “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing.” Freddy turns to Dan and says, “You mind?”

“Go right ahead. I’m looking for my Brown Sugar.” Dan goes toward a large group that swallows him.

Just before Freddy and Michel head to the dance floor, Tony comes up to them from behind the counter, “Freddy, you want your usual?” Freddy looks questioningly at Michel, who says, “I’ll have a Manhattan.”

“Ooh, make that two.”

As Tony makes their drinks, Freddy and Michel sit at the bar, facing each other, knee-to-knee.

“I want to Make it with You,” Freddy says to Michel.

Let’s Get it On.

Soon after they get their drinks, they swig them and hurry over to Freddy’s place, where they do Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and pretend to do some Kung Fu Fighting. As they reach the peak of their high, Freddy starts to strip dance and says to Michel, “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet.”

That’s the Way (I Like It).

After that fateful evening, Freddy and Michel became inseparable. Although they had their fair share of War with each other, they always hopped back on the Love Train. Once, Michel left and took a Midnight Train to Georgia. It was a sad period of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover for Freddy. But, Michel came back The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia. On their 10th anniversary of being together, Michel found out he had AIDS. Freddy went through a Love Rollercoaster, but Michel said to him, “Don’t Leave Me this Way, When I Need You. Don’t Give Up on Us.” When he buried Michel, Freddy knew then that his heart would always have a void no one can fill. It felt like The Night Chicago Died.

His thought of Michel at peace brings him back to his present condition. He will soon be Reunited with him. It won’t be long now. He imagines Michel saying, “Too Much Heaven, but I’ll Take You There.” Freddy feels his eyes misting and thinks The Tears of a Clown. As his consciousness starts drifting, his last thought is being with Michel again and saying to him, “Looks Like We Made It.”

Song titles in the order they appear

Candy Man – Sammy Davis Jr.
Alone Again (Naturally) – Gilbert O’Sullivan
Seasons in the Sun – Terry Jacks
Rhinestone Cowboy – Glen Campbell
Get Down Tonight – KC and the Sunshine Band
Convoy – C.W. McCall
Dancing Queen – Abba
MacArthur Park – Donna Summer
Hot Stuff – Donna Summer
Knock on Wood – Amii Stewart
I’ll Be There – The Jackson 5
(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty – KC and the Sunshine Band
New Kid in Town – Eagles
Daniel – Elton John
Blinded by the Light – Manfred Mann’s Earth Band
I Can Help – Billy Swan
With a Little Luck – Wings
Hotel California – Eagles
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing – Leo Sayer
Brown Sugar – The Rolling Stones
Make it with You – Bread
Let’s Get it On – Marvin Gaye
Sky with Diamonds – Elton John
Kung Fu Fighting – Carl Douglas
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman-Turner Overdrive
That’s the Way (I Like It) – KC and the Sunshine Band
War – Edwin Starr
Love Train – The O’Jays
Midnight Train to Georgia – Gladys Knight & the Pips
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover – Paul Simon
The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia – Vicki Lawrence
Love Rollercoaster – Ohio Players
Don’t Leave Me this Way – Thelma Houston
When I Need You – Leo Sayer
Don’t Give Up on Us – David Soul
The Night Chicago Died – Paper Lace
Reunited – Peaches & Herb
Too Much Heaven – Bee Gees
I’ll Take You There – The Staple Singers
The Tears of a Clown – Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
Looks Like We Made It – Barry Manilow

Fenced In

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Dinner is ready. While Marcy waits for her husband, Jerry, to come home, she drinks a glass of vodka straight, and then brushes her teeth with fennel flavored toothpaste. She goes toward the kitchen when she hears her husband come in.
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Blind Date

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“The heart of my art is the reality I infuse into my pieces. But enough about my passion . . . speaking of which . . . let me make a toast.” Ben raises his wine glass and continues, “Here’s to two souls brought together by Cousin Gail.” He smiles across to his date, Molly.

Molly clinks her glass against his and says, “Three months ago when I moved to this city, I knew nothing about its night life. Now, I know what a great menu Andre’s has, so I’ll definitely be coming back here. Thanks for the awesome dinner.  I’m so glad I listened to Gail because I’m having a really nice time with you, Ben. ”

“You’re too kind. I hope I didn’t bore you too much about all that talk about my artwork.”

“I appreciate anyone who has that much passion about anything. I’m in Finance where even the people I work with are as dry as the numbers I look at all day. I have bills to pay and I’m still in search of a passion. I admire anyone who finds something that makes a difference in their life. The only difference my job is making is subtracting my college debt.  Plain and simple.”  She pauses and drinks some more. “Excuse me for a minute. “ Molly gets up to go to the restroom.

As she fixes her hair in front of the mirror, she suddenly feels embarrassed for spouting off like someone who has nothing going on in her life. It’s the alcohol talking, and I don’t care, she thinks. She realizes she’s been feeling lonely and friendless since moving from her hometown.  She goes back out to join Ben.

“Let’s drink to Gail,” Ben proposes when Molly sits back down.

After they finish their drinks, she says, “Just so you know, I don’t usually go out on blind dates. I only said yes because Gail is my best friend.  And by the way, I’m glad I did. It’s just so funny how between texting and emailing, Gail was able to arrange us to meet. I miss her, I wish she lived here too.”

Ben leans forward. “As long as you maintain contact, you’ll always be friends.  Gail told you how close her mom and my mom were, right? Neither had siblings, so they adopted each other as sisters and pretty much dubbed me and Gail as cousins. When Dad got transferred to Asia right after we finished eighth grade, my Mom drilled into me the importance of keeping in touch with friends and relatives. So every year, I send Christmas wishes to friends and family.  I’m glad I did too because when I came back to the States, they were there to support me. I move around quite a bit. It’s always about where the job is.”

“Got that right. You go where the money is.” Molly sighs.

“Hey listen, I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward, but I’d really like you to come to my place and check out my sculptures.” Ben flags down their server.  Molly thinks why not. He’s Gail’s cousin after all even if not by blood. She also feels a connection with him, so she accepts his invitation.

Ben drives outside the city. He explains, “I have a studio unit in a sketchy neighborhood, but it’s affordable and close to work. I bought this little house out in the country to get away from all that noise, as well as work on my art in peace. I get my inspiration from the city though.”

They enter the house and Ben flicks on the switch. Molly sees an old woman carrying a paper bag in one corner of the living room. From another corner is a young man with a stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard resting on one arm. “Wow, I’ve never seen so many lifelike sculptures. You’re so talented.” She walks over to where a little girl is tying a shoe. Molly bends down to inspect her.

“Please don’t touch.” Ben is by her side. “I’m still debating with myself whether I’ll ever be ready to show off my creations.”

Molly stands up and feels her head spin. “Whoa, I drank more than I usually do. I might not be good company after all. Maybe I should go home . . .”

“No worries,” Ben takes her arm and leads her back to one of the bedrooms. “Come on over here and rest.” He turns on the light and she sees an S-shaped loveseat with a male figure sitting on one end with his head swiveled toward the other seat, where Ben is guiding her. “Let’s park you here.” He gently folds her lap because she’s starting to feel stiff and unable to move. Instantly, she realizes her folly.  Her tongue seems stuck in her mouth. With the diminishing sensations she’s feeling, the last recognizable touch is Ben turning her head toward the still figure before her.  A handsome man stares at her with eyes that look frightened.

Ben kisses her forehead.  “I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, he returns and she sees him using an eyedropper to put a few drops of liquid on the eyes of the young man staring at her. “Oops, where are my manners? Molly, meet Jack.  You might say he’s your real blind date.” He chuckles. “Sorry about the pun. After his eyes whiten, I’m going to paint them green to match his shirt.” He turns toward her and proceeds to put drops in her eyes, too. “And you, my beautiful Molly, so perfect for my piece. I will paint yours blue to bring out the aquamarine in your dress.  Utter synchronicity. I’m calling this piece ‘My Valentine.’ Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Ripe Romance

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On the center of the long oak dining table sits a rectangular cake with silver-tinted words that read, “60th Anniversary.” Pam runs from the kitchen to the table to put the finishing touches to the already overflowing spread. The doorbell is ringing and someone is also knocking on the front door. Her mother, Mabel, calls out, “I’ll get the door, honey. Hurry and get your father so we can quickly sing and put him back to his room.”
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Friday Fright at Frank’s

The fridge is empty; the oven is cold. Looks like no one is making dinner tonight. Brad decides to go to his friend’s house next door. Brad’s been known to drop by Frank’s house at odd hours. He rings the doorbell, but no one answers. He knocks on the door, which swings open. Continue reading

Tuesday Twister

Trudy Truesdale thinks Tuesday’s tongue twister tryout tends to tumble the thought train. Tori Tucker’s tactic to tickle the tally taker turns to torture. Tommy Turner tattles to the team’s teacher.

Tension trumps, triggering twitches.

“That’s that!” their teacher tells them.

The team terminates.

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A New Day

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The global apocalypse started at noon E.S.T., but no one knows for sure who initiated it. It doesn’t matter, the damage is done. Those unlucky enough to live another day have energy sufficient only to look for shelter, food, and loved ones. Many wail for their losses. Some mute from shock. Others eventually drift off to unconsciousness for lack of will to go on without their familiar conveniences.

The total death toll increases every second as the tally continues to rise each day. Chaos rules the majority. Order is obliterated from daily practice as the world is now as foreign and uninhabitable as the whole planet of Saturn. Many years will have to pass until the waters run clear from blood, gore, and residue from the bombings.

Nothing is pure or unscathed. No one from heaven or hell has come to rescue either the good or the evil. All surviving people are now finally equal but in a most unpleasant way. Their only legacy is another fresh day of suffering.

©2016 Karina Pinella