Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Love, Only Love

Circumstances had taken their one and only. 
A youngster killed during a tragic storm. 
With wrenched hearts mourned.
A miracle child was lost.
The world moved on without them.
 
One day the clouds showed a ray of hope.
Life would never be the same but
They knew they could still love
 
A troubled and abused child entered their home
Angry and scared
Attack his defense
He didn’t understand these people
They spoke words like
Care, security, freedom, love
All so foreign
 
When his protective shell was probed, he acted out
They loved him anyway
They offered kindness
He parried with sarcasm
The extended understanding
He deflected with indifference
 
His soul remembered a time he believed in love
It is how a child thrives
How he wished they really were who they claimed to be
But adults only disappointed at best
Crushed at worst
 
Love is a beacon
A candle in the rain
It never stops its pull
Love, only love
 
Why do you love me?
Because we are full of love for you
You are worth it
How can I trust you?
Love always seeks the best even when the object of love doesn’t see the best
What if I disappoint you?
We will love you anyway? We don’t want perfection. 
 
Slowly, love’s purity soaked through the wall
A shattered heart began to mend
Wholeness was restored
How can I repay you?
Do unto another as we have done for you
 
Each life is hope for another.
Your story can be the beacon, the hope for a broken, fallen world
Let your tragedy become triumph
Love, only love
 
Duane Windell Phillips
Copyright November 2016

Monday, November 28, 2016

A New Story: Amore Mio

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the lights were dimmed inside.  Julie asked, “Are they open?”  Marcus put the car in Park and said, “Let’s find out.”  They he exited the car and ran around to Julie’s side and opened her door.  He extended his hand as she swung her right leg out.  He said softly, “My lady.” 

“Dear sir.”

They went to the door and looked at the operating hours.  They were closed for 36 more minutes.  Julie looked at Marcus.  Had he been mistaken about the time?  Did he originally plan to spend more time at the park?  Marcus tried the door.  It was open.  They stepped inside.  An elderly gentleman approach and said in Italian, “I’m sorry but we are closed.” 

Marcus replied, “
Ho una prenotazione per due. Hughes” (I have a reservation, Hughes.)

“Oh si, si.  Proprio in questo modo.”  (Yes, yes.  This way.)


“Grazie.” (Thank you.)


Julie whispered, “I didn’t know you speak Italian.”


“Two years in college and a year of Latin in high school.  I remember the basics.”


They were seated at a table next to the fireplace which was quite warm.  Marcus offered the seat nearest the fire to Julie.  The man pulled the chair out for Julie then for Marcus.  Then he placed napkins on their laps.  Next, he brought menus and glasses of water and antipasto .  Marcus noticed the vase on the table had no flowers in it yet all the other tables had flowers in the vase.  He mentioned this to Julie.  She mused they simply must have been an oversight.  When the waiter returned, he spoke to the waiter in Italian gesturing to the empty vase and the other tables.  The man nodded and went to the kitchen. 


When he returned, he carried a single red rose.  Two other men walked behind him.  The first held a large bouquet of lilies and the next man held a violin.  The rose was placed into the vase on the table.  The next man gave the bouquet to Julie.  The violin began playing and the trio began to sing. 



Sapore di sale, sapore di mare
che hai sulla pelle, che hai sulle labbra
quando esci dall'acqua e ti vieni a sdraiare
vicino a me, vicino a me

The men stood at corners of the table and crooned looking straight ahead.  Each sung with passion as if he himself were trying to win Julie’s hand.  Both Marcus and Julie looked up from one man to the next.  Marcus then gazed at Julie.  She was smiling.  He didn’t fully understand the words but felt them falling like raindrops on a dry land.   Julie had no understanding of the words but something in her heart told her it was about love. 


Once the song was finished, Marcus stood and shook hands with each of the men.  Then to his friend, he said, “Aldo, man, that was great.  Thanks a lot.”  Staying in character, Aldo replied, “
E 'mio piacere, signore.” (My pleasure sir.)

With a laugh, Marcus said, “You can stop now, man.  I know you speak English.” 


By this time, the restaurant was officially open and patrons began filling the tables.  Aldo introduced himself to Julie.  Then he introduced his father and uncle.  He continued, “It is our pleasure to serve both of you today.  You sit back and relax.  We are going to take good care of you.” 


Each course was scrumptious.  Each bite, delectable.  By the 4th course, both Marcus and Julie were full.  Marcus asked Julie, “Have you ever heard of the comedian, John Pinette?” 


“No, why.”


“He does a comedy bit about an Italian restaurant he went to.  He says ‘You know how when you are full you loosen your belt?  Well, pants were down around my ankles.’”


Julie laughed heartily.  “I can relate to that thought.  I’m glad I don’t have pants on but you’ll need to wheel me to the car.”


As the evening finished and Marcus drove Julie to her apartment, he said, “If you aren’t too full or tired, there is something I’d like to recite to you when we get to your place.”


“Ok, that would be fine.  Just so you know my roommate will probably be there.”


Marcus hadn’t planned on going into the apartment.  That was too much to ask.  That Anna would be there was no problem.  He was happy to have a few more moments with Julie.  Once the moment came for him to recite poetry, Marcus suddenly felt awkward.  He could picture Anna laughing at him.  Then again, with Julie’s sense of humor, she may laugh too.  From memory, he haltingly began,


“When in your enjoyable presence

I am like a child
My actions are course and wild
You beauty lights the sky
Oh my goddess, my love
May I hold your hand, my dove?”

Then Marcus took Julie’s hand.  He continued:


“Dear beloved, oh beauty sweet

I give you my heart
All I ask is a start”

Then he said, “I know it sounds corny and I’m not the most romantic guy in the world.  I also know I’m no poet but, you mean the world to me.  I really want to have an exclusive relationship with you.” 


Julie started to reply when Anna said, “Excuse me.”  Then she went to her room and shut the door.  The couple laughed.  Then Julie said, “I would love to be in a serious relationship with you.”  The two touched noses.  Marcus looked intently into Julie’s eyes.  He felt a magnetism pulling his lips to hers but he fought the urge.  He caressed her cheek and stroked her hair.  Then he softly kissed her left cheek with small kisses, working his way to her ear.  He softly bit her ear lobe and Julie squirmed involuntarily.  He began to kiss her neck.  Julie could wait no longer.  She pulled away momentarily and then kissed him firmly, passionately on the lips.  In between kisses, Marcus repeatedly said, “Amore mio.”


Sunday, November 27, 2016

A New Story: Make a Wish

The parking area held few cars.  Sunset was coming quickly.  Marcus parked the car in the same spot John parked his jeep the day they all hiked.  Julie asked, “Why are we here?”  I’m not dressed for a hike.  Neither are you.”
 
“Even though I knew I was interested in you when we met at work, it was hiking that day that I knew I really liked you.”  Marcus wanted to say “Love” but didn’t want to rush things.  He continued, “I love nature.  To me, few things are more romantic than the beauty of nature.  Since our relationship started here, I want to take the next step in our relationship here.”  His heart pounded.  He squeezed her hand and leaned in to kiss Julie.  She met him halfway.  Her lips felt ever so soft and sweet.  Then he added, “Let’s take a short walk.”  Then he quickly exited the car. 
 
Julie felt uneasy about this.  Neither was dressed appropriately for a stroll in the park.  Not this park anyway. Nevertheless, she relented and began to open the door when Marcus was opening it for her as he did when they left her apartment.  He was being quite the gentleman.  It made her feel a little uneasy.  No boyfriend of hers did this before.  Still, it made here feel special, cherished.  She decided to savor these feelings.  They walked hand in hand to a bench that overlooked the lake.  The breeze was cold and Marcus removed his coat and placed it on her shoulders.  He added, “Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”
 
They sat on the bench and Marcus put his arm around Julie, pulling her close.  He felt her shiver briefly and apologized saying, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t expect it to be this cold.  It won’t be much longer if you can hold on.  If not, we can go.”
 
“No, I’m ok.”
 
“I’ll just tell you.  When the first star appears, which should be Venus tonight, I want us both to make a wish.  I can’t promise where our relationship will go but in five years, if we are still together, I want us to share what we wished for.” 
 
“Okay.”
 
“I see this moment as one full of promise.  It’s an open door and the possibilities are endless.”
 
Julie heard him and the thought warmed her heart but she was intent on finding the first star.  Marcus was saying, “Possibilities are” when she exclaimed, “I see it!”
 
“Oh yeah, there it is.  Okay, make a wish but don’t tell me what it is.  That is for later.”
 
Both made wishes and Julie said, “Let’s get outta here.”
 
Once back in the car, Marcus apologized.  “I’m so sorry.  I was trying to create the perfect night.  Guess we coulda done this from the car.  I wasn’t thinking.  I’m really sorry.”
 
“It’s ok.  Once I warm up I’ll appreciate it more.  Besides, if we ever do get married, I’ll tell our kids you tried to freeze me to death to get me to say yes to your proposal.”
 
Marcus smiled, “I like your sense of humor.  He took her hands into his and kissed them softly, tenderly.  Then he softly breathed on them.  She appreciated the warm breath on her fingers.  “Don’t say I’m not trying to warm you up.” 
 
“Ok, I’m warming up.  What’s next?”
 
“Are you hungry?”
 
“You bet!  Where we going?”
 
“You like Italian?”
 
“I hate Italian.”
 
Marcus was stunned.  Who hated Italian food?  His mind raced.  What should he do?  Then Julie added, “Gotcha.”
 
“Oh, I’m gonna get you!”
 
“Let’s get outta here.  I’m starvin’.”
 
They discussed the restaurant where they would dine.  Julie had heard good things about it but never dined there before.  Marcus simply said, “I think we are in for a treat."

A New Story: Just Wait Dearest

Marcus had a friend whose family owned a local Italian restaurant.  From grandparents to grandchildren, the whole family worked there and it was a genuine Italian atmosphere.  The waiters served from a platter onto your plates in courses.  After dessert, you were served espresso.  The family would assist Marcus in making it a special night.

He spent his Saturday morning washing the car, buying flowers and picking up his suit and shirt from the dry cleaner.  Julie was kept in the dark about the plans for the evening.  She only knew he would pick her up at 4:00 PM.  He wished it was winter instead of autumn.  While Marcus liked Fall colors, the thought of walking hand in hand with Julie with fluffy snowflakes drifting down made him sigh.  He could picture the quiet and serenity of such a time with her.  He hoped it would happen in a few months. 

While dressing, Marcus paid particular attention to the details.  He wasn’t happy with some of the wrinkles in the shirt.  The dry cleaner shouldn’t have left them on the sleeves but it was too late to worry about that now.  He was just happy the suit jacket would hide the wrinkles.  He redid his tie three times to get the proper length.  Once finished with the tie, he added a matching color handkerchief square in the suit pocket.  Finally, he put a handkerchief in the right front pocket of his pants.  His mother used to stress the importance of a gentleman having one.  He didn’t plan on using it but it would make his mother happy.  He may even tell her about the date just so he could mention the handkerchief. 


He arrived at Julie’s apartment at 3:56.  A woman about Julie’s age opened the door.  “Hi, you must be Marcus. I’m Anna, Julie’s roommate.”  She put out her hand and Marcus extended his as she continued, “Come on in.  We are still getting ready.  It’ll be a few more minutes.  Why don’t you sit for a bit and she’ll be right out.”

“Uh, ok.  Nice to meet you, Anna.” 

Anna hurried down the hallway to the second door on the right.  She closed the door after entering.  Marcus sat on one end of the couch and looked around the room.  The furnishings were a hodgepodge of items.  He mused they were either hand-me-downs or garage sale items.  They were somewhat worn but clean.  While he was sure each item was purchased separately, the ensemble worked together to give a feel a comfort and home.  The smell of a lavender candle in the kitchen filled the room. 

Marcus saw some pictures on pictures on a table more on the wall above.  He stood and waked over for closer inspection.  Most of them appeared to be Anna’s pictures.  One frame had a collage that showed Anna as a child, teen and college graduate.  From the photos, Marcus mused she had two siblings.  Then he turned his focus to the two photographs of Julie. 

The largest was a professional photo of Julie and her family.  It appeared Julie was the second of three children.  The picture had the parents seated with the three girls standing behind them.  The whole family had clear blue eyes.  Marcus was drawn to Julie.  Though her smile was genuine, her eyes seemed tired.  His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening.  Anna stepped out and gestured toward the door she exited and loudly exclaimed, “Ta da!”

Julie stepped out with a nervous energy and looked into Marcus’s eyes and smiled.  His heart leapt for joy at the vision before him.  Julie wore a black sleeveless dress with a white scarf tied around the waist.  Her hair was up which, other than being in a ponytail, was a new look.  Marcus loved it.  His mind repeatedly reviewed the vision before him.  It would forever be imprinted in his brain. 

Marcus stepped toward Julie as Anna asked, “How’s she look?”

 “Stunning, incredible.”  He held out his hand when he reached Julie and she took hold of them.  Then he added with emotion, “You look beautiful!”  Julie beamed. 

Anna walked to the kitchen saying, “Ok you two.  Get a room!”

As the couple walked out to the car, Julie asked, “So what are we doing tonight?”

“Just wait, dearest.  Just wait.”

Thursday, November 24, 2016

A New Story: Give em Something to Talk About

Lunch at the Greek restaurant, which was next to the Cuban place, was nice.  Julie and Marcus had finished eating when Marcus said something that caused time to stop.  Julie’s heart pumped with intensity.  Her whole body warmed as her mind replayed the words Marcus just told her.  He said, “I like you a lot and want to get to know you better.  Will you go out to dinner with me?”

Everything within her screamed to kiss him.  Her reply should be a resounding “Yes!”  Instead, she smiled, squeezed his hand tightly and said, “I guess my choking in the break room that day really made an impression, huh?”

Marcus stared at Julie trying to comprehend her reply.  Suddenly, they both burst into laughter.  Now that the excitement of the moment was tempered by the laugh, Julie calmly said, “Marcus, I would love to out to dinner with you.  You have made me so happy.  I could kiss you right now.”

“As happy as that makes me, let’s wait on it for now.”  Then Marcus gestured with his head toward the door.  Marsha and Anita walked in.  Julie turned to see what Marcus saw and returned her gaze to the man seated in front of her.  With a hint of bitterness she said. “I don’t trust that woman.”

“The more I hear, the more I agree with you.  I’m sure the gossip is flying about us.”
“Let’s give em something to talk about.”  With that, Julie leaned across the table and kissed Marcus

Marsha spied them upon entering the restaurant but wasn’t looking in their direction at that moment.  Anita saw the kiss and the couple watched her as she leaned toward Marsha and said something.  Marsha leaned in the direction of her friend to hear more clearly.  Marcus and Julie watch the two as Marcus quietly said in unison with their body actions:
“Marsha, Marsha, Julie kissed Marcus.”  “What did you say?”  “Julie kissed Marcus.”

Julie was grinning as he did this.  Once Marsha understood what was whispered in her ear, the two ladies turned to face Marcus and Julie.  Marcus waved and Julie gave a sweet, innocent smile.  Marsha rolled her eyes and returned to ordering her meal.  Anita continued looking absent mindedly at the young couple.  Finally, she turned and placed her order.  Marcus chuckled and said, “Let’s get outta here.”  They quickly exited and returned to work holding hands.

Anita noticed Marsha was quiet while they ate and it made her uncomfortable.  She began commenting on various group emails recently sent at work.  Normally, this would get Marsha going about the waste of time spent when everyone insisted on replying to all for every little remark.  Marsha was one who liked things to the point and streamlined.  Excesses bother her.  Instead, she was preoccupied.  Anita knew her mind was elsewhere.  She wasn’t her normal “take charge” self.  Anita simply didn’t know how to approach the issue.

Marsha sat and ate mechanically.  Her mind was awash with thoughts.  While she was certain the whole deal with Julie’s missing card would never come back to haunt her, she had a lingering feeling it wasn’t over yet.  Seeing Julie’s smile bothered her.  Julie must be on to her.  Why else would the two of them mock her like that?  She felt as if the two of them were biding their time before pouncing. 

However, they had no proof she took it.  No card was found in her possession.  The card has never been found and cannot be found now.  It was put in the trash days ago.  She was in the clear regardless of what they think they know. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thankfulness: It’s a matter of focus

In a society that covets, thankfulness can be a difficult thing.  If you spend your life looking at people who have things you want, you will never be grateful  I have posted before that the key to thankfulness is knowing what you have.  Too many people think they aren’t rich because they keep up with the Kardashians.  I recently saw a statistic saying people whose income is more than $30,000 USD per year are in the top 1% of worldwide income earners.  I agree that sounds unbelievable.  Still, if your measuring stick for possessions is someone who seems to have anything they want, you will never find contentment.  You must change your focus.

We must open our eyes and see what we have.  Do you have family and friends who love you?  You are blessed.  Do you have a car, television, cell phone, computer or a home?  You are blessed.  Perhaps you have none of these.  There are still blessings in life.  Are you healthy?  Can you hear, see, taste or feel?  You are blessed. 

If you base your happiness on things, you will never be satisfied.  Things can break and become useless.  Also, there is no shortage of newer things coming to market.  You will go broke getting them all and you will find futility in chasing after them.  Not one thing that can be bought will ever touch you and your life the way another human can. 

Put your focus on what you already have and those you love.  My sister likes to say we should invest our lives into things that will outlast it.  Create a lasting legacy by helping those in need.  Give as you receive.  Just because you have doesn’t mean it is meant for you.  Change your thinking.  Give to others and live a thankful life. 

Friday, November 18, 2016

A New Story: Mom

Marcus looked at the display on his cell phone.  His mother was calling.  He answered, “Hi mom.  How are you?”

“Hi Marcus.  I am well and how is my favorite youngest son?”

“He is well too.”

“Did you eat breakfast this morning?”

“I always do, mom.”

“What’d you eat?”

Marcus sighed.  This happens every time, he thought.  “I had cereal, orange juice and a banana.”

“What kind of cereal?”

“Jeez, mom, you always do this.  I had raisin bran.”  He lied. It was Captain Crunch.

“I don’t want you to get sick.  If you eat right, you can fight off diseases.”

“I know, mom.  You always say that.”

“I know I pester you but I love you.  That’s how I show it.”

“Yes mom.”

“So what’s new with you?”

There was no way he was going to mention with Julie.  She would latch onto that topic and… He didn’t even want to think about it.  Instead, Marcus brought up the work he did on the supervisor’s presentation and how he found the error while under a deadline.  Topics switched to his dad’s health and his brother’s as a newlywed.  The call ended after 15 minutes.  While Marcus genuinely loved his mother, sometimes she smothered her family too much.  Consequently, both he and his brother were anxious to go to college and never moved back. 

He thought about Julie.  He was infatuated with getting to know her better.  It had been just over a year since Kathy broke off their relationship.  He was deeply hurt but now felt ready to be in a relationship again.  Marcus was beginning to understand that he put too much of himself into a relationship in the early stages.  Somehow, he needed to pull back a little. 

As he pondered who he believed Julie to be, he felt she had more substance than kathy.  He wouldn’t call Julie a beauty queen.  He felt her allure came from her soul.  He believed that was what made her different from his previous relationships.  Julie was a genuine person.  She was not fake.  She did not pretend to be someone other than who she was.  She was real.  Oh, to be with someone who was real. 
Marcus wanted to go on a real date with Julie.  He wanted to hold hands and snuggle and give her sweet kisses.  He closed his eyes and savored the idea.  He could picture himself stroking her hair, caressing her cheek.  He wanted to envelope her in his arms.  He wanted to hold her, protect her.  He opened his eyes.  He would make it happen. 

Thursday, November 17, 2016

A New Story: Not a Typical Night


Bob was sitting in his chair nursing a beer when Marsha arrived.  The sight of him sitting there again disgusted her.  She wished he would have started something for dinner.  If he would peel carrots or potatoes or simply chopped onions her life would be easier.  Instead, they had defined roles in the house.  He worked outside.  She worked inside.  While Bob did put his dirty dishes in the dishwasher, that didn’t stop Marsha from wishing he would help more around the house. 

Her husband meticulously maintained each vehicle.  In the winter, he had Marsha’s car warmed up and ready to go when she left in the morning.  While Marsha appreciated this, she still grumbled he should clean out the garage.  Then they wouldn’t need to park their cars outside.

Throwing her keys and purse onto the kitchen table, Marsha asked, “How was your day, darlin’?”

Bob got up and walked to his wife to give her his obligatory kiss.  “Today was fine?  How ‘bout you?”

Normally, Marsha would go into details about various aspects of her day.  Bob would partially listen to her drone on and make corresponding nods, noises or gestures to certain phrases and catch words.  Marsha’s mind was filled with dread over the whole missing card incident and knew she couldn’t mention it to Bob.  She couldn’t think of anything else that happened during the day.  Therefore, she simply replied, “My day was fine too.”

Bob noted the different and short reply.  He also caught a troubled tone in her voice.  Had they been newlyweds, he would have gladly been her knight in shining armor.  There was a time when they were crazy about each other.  Now they drove each other crazy.  Hence, Bob was simply happy not to have to listen to her talk about nothing for the next 30 minutes or more. 

Since he was sure Marsha would start complaining about what he hadn’t done since arriving at the house, He asked, “What shall we have for dinner?” 

She stopped and looked at him for a moment, thinking.  Finally, she replied, “I don’t want to cook a darn thing.”

“Well, you wanna go out?”

“Yes.”

“Well, where you wanna go?”

“I don’t know.  Can’t you make a decision for once in your life?”

“I would if you’d stop second guessing every decision I make.”

On a typical day, this would be the beginning of a fight.  Instead, Marsha had no energy or the stomach to deal with it.  Bob’s guard was up and ready for battle.  He was surprised to hear her reply, “Why don’t we go to that buffet place.  Isn’t tonight their steak special?  How does that sound?”  Stunned, Bob looked at Marsha.  What is going on here?  Then he followed Marsha to the door. 

Bob was happy to fill up on steak and baked potatoes.  He even managed to eat a small salad so Marsha wouldn’t complain he should eat healthier.  As always, he felt it necessary to get his money’s worth of food and he overate.  Then he had to make room for dessert.  Driving home, Bob repeatedly took deep breaths and felt indigestion and heartburn.  Finally, he said, “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.”

Knowing the reference, Marsha let out a slight chuckle and replied, “You ate it, Ralph.”

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

A New Story: Nothing More, Nothing Less


Marsha’s stomach churned.  On the one hand, she was certain she wasn’t being accused but how dare Julie be so direct. 

Kim asked, “What?  Do you think someone took it?” 

Julie made eye contact with Marsha and then both ladies as she responded, “I can’t imagine anyone in this office doing such a thing but it is a curious thing.”

Anita asked, “Have you checked with the cleaning people or management?”

“Well, no.  I was heading to my office and, since the three of you were standing here…”  Julie trailed off. 

Finally, Marsha spoke up. “Well, darlin’ I hope you can find your card.  I’m sure there is a logical reason it is missing.  Do you know what it looks like?”

“Actually, no.  They said the envelope is purple and they put it on my keyboard.”

“I’m so sorry darlin’.  I feel awful for ya but if we see somethin’ like that you’ll be the first to know, iddn’t that right ladies?”  Anita and Kim agreed as Julie expressed her thanks and headed for her cubicle.  It didn’t seem normal for Marsha to be the last to make a comment about an issue.  She always freely speaks her mind and isn’t shy about it.  Julie was certain Marsha knew something and probably was the one to take it.  After arriving at her desk, she sent an email to her manager advising something was missing from her office. 

Marsha’s mind raced.  No accusations were made and she knew her 29 Club friends suspected nothing.  Still, her stomach churned.  Oh, she hated this feeling.  It was as if she was trapped and vultures were circling.  She told herself, “Think positive, Marsha.  No one knows and you are innocent until proven guilty. But you are guilty.  You did it and you know you did.” 

It was time to focus on work.  Marsha had to get her state of mind right.  She began looking through emails received during her lunch break.  About the time she finished reading the last unread message, a new one arrived from her manager.  The subject line was “Missing Item.” 

Marsha felt panic start to rise.  Now management knew.  The more she considered her options, the more she realized the card in her purse could become very bad for her.  She had to get rid of it as soon as possible.  She decided to take action then and there.  She walked with her purse to the women’s restroom.  She would dispose of the card in the trash can in the stall she would use.  No one would look there and even if someone did, it was unlikely someone would make the effort to retrieve it. 

Since Marsha was so anxious about the card and so intent to get rid of it, she didn’t notice the need to relieve herself.  Once she sat down with her purse on her knees, nature took its course.  After completing her business, she waited for two ladies to exit the restroom.  She leaned down and glanced under the stall.  Seeing no feet, Marsha wrapped her hand in toilet paper.  Then she moved some of the contents in the trash can to the side.  With her other hand, she retrieved the card and dropped it into the bottom of the can.  Then moved the contents back to what she considered a natural looking position.  Finally, she felt the tension begin to ease. 

Returning to her cubicle, Marsha was surprised to see Anita trying to enter the restroom as she was exiting.  Anita noted the purse hanging from Marsha’s shoulder.  Anita knew Marsha was menopausal and wanted to ask.  She wanted to question the purse she saw but knew Marsha would consider it highly inappropriate to ask such things in a public setting.  She didn’t want to endure the glare she would receive.  Instead, she simply smiled and nodded as they crossed paths. 

Back at her desk, Marsha seethed that she may not be completely in the clear.  It was one thing to be taken down but management or even Julie.  Anita?  That twit!  She was loyal but if she said something stupid or even without knowing, someone else may get suspicious.  Marsha saw the look in her eyes.  She questioned the purse in the ladies room.  When the time was right, Marsha would simply say was spotting.  Nothing more, nothing less. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A New Story: Plátanos Maduros

Marcus was troubled by the missing card he left on Julie’s keyboard.  Someone must have taken it.  Who would do such a thing and why?  He fully understood he didn’t know people very well in Julie’s department.  Still, he thought he worked in a professional environment.  Taking a gift or token meant from another seemed childish at best.  He didn’t want to consider the worst.

He and Julie walked to a Cuban restaurant three blocks from the office during lunch.  The couple walked side by side but didn’t hold hands.  There was no physical contact between them.  Though a word was never said, they both understood it was best not to show public displays of affection in a work environment.  It extended to the surrounding area where coworkers may be.  Neither of them wanted to give the office gossips any ammunition. 

As they stood in line looking at the menu, Julie asked Marcus, “What are plátanos maduros? 

“Those are ripe plantains.  Sort of like bananas but bigger.  To me, they are like a dessert.  I love them.” 

Stepping closer to the front of the line, Julie murmured, “I can’t decide!”

“I’m gonna get a Cuban sandwich and the plátanos.  Ya can’t go wrong with that.”

“What’s in a Cuban sandwich?”

Marcus frowned slightly as he tried to come up with a quick description. “It’s sorta like a ham and cheese sub Panini but it doesn’t have ridges when they squish it.  It’s good.  I think you’d like it.  Do you like ham and cheese sammiches?”

“Yes.”

They both ordered Cuban sandwiches and plátanos maduros.  When they sat at a table waiting for their orders, Marcus felt his hand being drawn toward Julie’s.  He saw flashes of their ride home from the hike in the back of John’s jeep.  The euphoria of holding Julies hand was omnipresent in his mind.  His hand could feel hers in his and it made the pull between their hands stronger.  As he started to move his hand across the table toward hers, Marcus spied the server bringing their food and he stopped.

However slight the movement, Julie noticed his intentions.  She welcomed the thought for her mind was filled with the same feelings.  However, Julie’s stomach called for her attention and the arriving food was a welcome sight.  The couple munched their food hardily.  Marcus broached the subject of the missing card.  He described the card he left at her desk and wondered aloud where it could be.  Finally, he asked, “Do you think someone could have taken it?”

“I have my suspicions.”

“Who?”

“I’d rather not say right now.  I want to see if I can learn anything or see anything first.” 

“Ok.”

They finished the meal with innocuous chit chat.  Julie asked Marcus if he wanted the last two of her plantains.  He was happy to gobble them up.  Julie’s right hand was resting on the table.  Marcus popped a morsel into his mouth with his right hand while reaching his left to Julie.  The instant she felt his tough, Julie smiled and wrapped her fingers around his.  She was content.  She was happy.  Unlike past relationships, she felt Marcus was a decent man.  She hoped, if the relationship should grow, this would be a new story. 

Upon returning to the office, Julie decided to audacious.  She would be nice but bold.  Rather than going to her cubicle, Julie marched to Marsha who was standing outside her cube talking with a couple ladies from the “29 Club.”  As she approached, Julie called out, “Good afternoon ladies!”

After hearing the standard greetings, Julie stated, “I hope you can help me.  A friend of mine left a card in my office recently but I haven’t seen it.  Do you know if one has been found?”

Friday, November 11, 2016

A New Story: Your Momma Does Not Work Here

Marsha arrived in her cubicle and saw there were no voicemails waiting for her.  She smiled at the thought of starting the day with no deals.  She turned on a small lamp next to her computer.  She liked the atmosphere it created.  It made everything seem more like home than an office.  Next, she pushed the power button on her computer.  All the while, the card was foremost in her thoughts.  What did it say?
 
With her computer still booting up, she retrieved the card from her purse.  It was sealed.  She knew if she opened it, she could never hide that it had been opened.  Wait a minute!  Her dad used to collect stamps and he would use a teapot to steam stamps from envelopes.  Did she want to wait until she got home to see what the card said?  No.  Besides, she’d have to deal with Bob questioning her actions.  If she was going to read it, it would be here and now. 
 
Just then she heard noises of people entering the office.  Most everyone stops by to say hello in the morning.  She quickly stuffed the card back into her purse.  She didn’t’ believe anyone suspected anything out of the ordinary had happened.  Still, she decided to get some coffee and get the day started. 
 
Judy’s voice from the cubicle three cubes down rung out, “Good morning, Marsha.”
 
“Mornin’ darlin’.  How are ya?”
 
“Good.  How are you?”
 
“I’ll let cha know after I get coffee.”
 
Taking her keychain, she flipped through the set until she found the one to unlock the drawers at her desk.  Once unlocked, Marsha opened the bottom drawer and retrieved her mug.  She spun around in her office chair and walked to the office Keurig. 
 
She was disgusted the moment she saw the machine.  Again, someone did not clean up the mess they made or refill the K-Cups in the drawers.  Marsha seethed while looking over the coffee selection.  At least there was one left of her favorite coffee.  She anticipated the aroma of French Vanilla in her nostrils.  She started her cup and went to the cleaning cabinet.  She began cleaning the counter and outside of the Keurig.  Once cleaning was finished, she did a quick restock of the coffee supply, creamers and sweeteners. 
 
After returning to her desk, she inhaled the aroma with her eyes closed.  Then she took a sip.  For a moment, she was content.  Her head cocked slightly as an idea hit her.  She began typing into a Word document on her computer.  After a bit of formatting, she was happy with the result.  She printed off the document and walked to the printer with a piece of tape on her index finger.  After affixing the sheet above the Keurig, she approvingly viewed the sign she made.  It read:
 
This area doesn’t clean itself
If you dirty it, clean it
If you empty it, refill it
If you mess it up, clean it up
Your momma does not work here

Thursday, November 10, 2016

A New Story: No One Would Know

Menopause symptoms had been a part of Marsha’s life for seven months.  She hated the hot flashes.  She had had a hot flash during the night.  She kicked off the covers and opened her nightgown.  No relief.  Not even close.  Her husband, Bob, had pulled the covers back to cover himself again.  It was 65 degrees in the house and Bob felt chilled without the covers.  Marsha felt as those her body was a blast furnace. 
 
Only now did she finally understand a scene from her childhood.  Something woke her during a cold winter night and she noticed a cold breeze entering her room.  She heard her mother make a noise and her father plead, “Oh please Martha.  It’s freezing!”
 
Sleepy eyed, little Marsha shuffled her feet to the room of her parents.  She was stunned to see her mom, arms raised, standing naked in front of an open window with the winter cold blowing in.  Her father was shivering under the covers.  He little mind couldn’t comprehend the scene before her and she quietly returned to her bed.  She never mentioned what she saw and always wondered if it was a dream.  Not anymore!  Marsha was certain it was no dream.
 
What bothered Marsha the most was mood swings.  Changes in mood due to her monthly cycle were one thing.  These were worse.  Marsha’s temperament confounded by the fact that Bob never reacted in the manner she wanted.  Their marriage had been bumpy at times but the bumps became very rocky once they became empty nesters.  All the issues the children hid became plain.  Now that attitudes in the house weren’t tempered “for the sake of the children” years of heartache poured out of them both.
 
If Marsha felt weepy and needed comfort, Bob didn’t care.  This made Marsha angry and Bob reacted with a defensive posture.  The silent treatment came next.  Bob had long felt he was the victim.  This change of life in his spouse simply made life worse and he had long given up.  He was resigned to never being happy.  Bob’s distance made Marsha feel abandoned and made her want to cry.  Then then cycle started again. 
 
In many ways, work was a respite for what her life truly was.  She was a failure.  Her parents had been her bulwarks and were pillars in the community.  They weren’t perfect but did strive to do their best.  Perhaps they spoiled their only child.  It is hard not to spoil the joy of your life.  Still, Marsha came to expect things in her perfect life and always worked to maintain that perfection if it was only a façade. 
 
When Marsha arrived at work early, she noticed Marcus turn the corner from the hallway into his office area.  Instinct told her to swing by Julie’s cubicle.  Upon seeing a purple colored envelope resting on the keyboard, she just had to take it.  She stood on her tiptoes to peer over the cubicle walls to see if there was any movement.  Satisfied no one was in the office; she picked up the card and listened to the surroundings as she placed it in her purse.  She was certain no one would know. 

Munich and Romania

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