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Author: Always Lisa (short story) |
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Date Posted: 01:34:38 01/22/08 Tue Consultation Mary holds that glass vase like a parting treasure that might crack under pressure and her story would begin the same... My Nathan James... He was the type of man that rushed to get no where fast and if his head hadn't been attached to my own thoughts, I'd find him staring at the walls with a smile on his face. I'd wonder where he went and wished with all of my might that I could go to that same place. A place that seemed to be filled with happy resolve. I still wonder...Did he find that same place within the fall that lined the streets home? Did he see that orange was orange and red was red, and that blue shy was for the birds? Or did he see that orange was some rusty ideas that fall while passing them by? And did red remind him of all of the times he got burned in life? And did he think that blue sky was the faster route home? Did he grab for this vase while the world got away from him? He bought me roses that died on the seat next to him. And the God lord givith and he takith away but not this vase and all of its imperfections. Mary holds that glass vase like a parting treasure that might crack under pressure; sizing up the air bubbles, reading the made in Japan label on the bottom. Putting it to the light as if to be looking for something that the ordinary eye can't see... Sometimes I wonder why I ever Married Mary while knowing that she's still hanging on to that vase while the ones I've bought are stored in the basement collecting dust. And the only memories that can be had by them are my attempts to make her see that there is more that can be found in them other than what she sees in that vase that she centers her world around. I center my world around wondering why Mary kisses me back like tomorrow will be better but there's always another tomorrow and nothing changes. Sir, what do you make of all of this? Irreconcilable differences and I need $500 down to get the paperwork started. Always Lisa copyright Nov, 2005 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |