Genius
Early one morning, I found myself in a jam. I was facing eviction and money was tight. I needed some cash. I needed it fast. I couldn’t fall back asleep. I was having a panic attack. I broke into tears.
Watching informercials all morning, I came up with a most brilliant idea. After all, what I need was a good one. What I had would change the world. I started working on it right away.
Sleep was a stranger for three days straight. Up all hours, working on the greatest invention. Better yet, the world’s greatest reinvention. (more…)
Ironically
My mother always told me…
“Life is like a box of chocolates.”
Ironically, she’s a diabetic.
The Riddle.
There once was a prince who decided to go on a journey with his servant. They came to a small house in a dark forest where a girl warned them that her stepmother was a witch who disliked strangers, but unfortunately there was nowhere else to stay. The prince and his servant reluctantly entered the witch’s house and the girl warned them not to eat or drink anything the witch gave them because it might be poisonous. The next morning, the witch gave the prince’s servant a poisonous drink, telling him to give it to his master, but the servant ended up spilling it on the prince’s horse, killing it. When he told the prince what had happened and they came to the dead horse, a raven was already eating the corpse. Deciding they may not find better food that day, the servant killed the bird and took it with him. Next, they reached an inn and the servant gave the innkeeper the raven to make food of it. Unknown to the prince and his servant, the inn was really a robbers’ den. The robbers returned, and before killing the two travellers, they sat down to eat. Immediately after eating a few bites of the raven soup the innkeeper had made, the robbers fell dead from the poison that the raven had in its body. The innkeeper’s daughter then showed the prince and his servant the robbers’ hidden treasure, but the prince insisted that they keep it. (more…)
The Feast
I was never fond of the tall, heavy pale blue apartment doors in our building; the way they opened and closed with those fierce slams always left me alone and unwelcome in the hallway. This one was labeled “6H”, and after I knocked, Sal’s mother emerged from inside. She had been expecting me.
“Hi Mrs. G.”
“Salvatore already left.”
“Oh.”
“Hurry up, he’s not gonna’ wait for you.”
“Right” (more…)
