Jay was used to the drama by now. It was the one thing he could count on to never be missing in his life. He didn’t hate it nor did he love it; he had just accepted it for what it was.
Perhaps his ability to dream helped a bit. He had been a Joseph since his childhood days and his happy place had remained as lovely and magical as the first time he visited it.
Marta’s day was going just as planned. She finally got on a call with a prospective client she’d been trying to reach or a while and it went fine.
That was in the morning. Feeling like she had achieved something worthy for the day, she sat in front of her computer and googled one of her guilty pleasures.
They were driving fast. She was behind the wheels and she always said the fast lane was meant for fast driving.
It was late but the moon was full and the night was bright. Their eyes were almost reflecting the twinkling stars.
There was something about the way she looked at him when she was about to leave that should have alerted him but he didn’t want to read meaning into anything at that point.
She’d made it clear earlier that she was upset when she called. He had acknowledged her feelings and told her they would talk about it the next day after he dealt with the sensitive work “thing” that presently occupied his mind. She’d hung up.
The rain came early this year, but that was not the problem. The problem was that I had forgotten about the leaking garage roof. And that wouldn’t have been a problem if we had not moved some boxes out of the house to the garage pending the time we would “sort the wheat from the chaff” as Funmi delicately put it.
Call me a hoarder but I like to keep memories in boxes.
The post new year/Christmas atmosphere is still charged with excitements and greetings of “happy new year” to friends and colleagues you’ve not seen since the new calendar year started.
You know deep within you that it means nothing and nothing is new. After over two and half decades of doing it over and over again, you’d be a fool to not know that it’s all nonsense.
The minute the countdown hit zero, his eyes flew open. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he sat up and took deep breaths.
Grace watched silently, her pen dangling between her index and middle fingers. She had expected some reaction but she didn’t think it would be this intense.
After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to face her. When he spoke, his voice shook slightly and the fear in his eyes was clearer than day.
“I saw him again. I’m not even asleep and I saw him clearly.”
