Feelings

Mytwosentences 199

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After she was laid off from the crab cannery and unable to sleep an English wink, Laura, nude and shadowy, made her way to the filthy front window of the second floor flat she rented from a fat, boisterous woman named Viv.

Looking over the broad thicket, and now wrapped in a soiled comforter she would never, ever touch otherwise, Laura contemplated the sketchy path she took to this point; and decided to be better than the grainy, blank stare she gave more than one hundred eighty years ago in London’s first known photograph.

(Written by Edward Roads)

(Photo by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 196 (Dying To Know 20)

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Just beyond the table, a perpetual breeze serpentined through the tall, wispy grass, and created a symphonic wave whose syncopated rustle sounded like a gently plucked harp.

As Allie rubbed her right arm and stepped toward the table, she observed the pristine seafront and it’s naturally meandering striations, which seemed to imprint time’s tide in a coastal longform.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 194 (Dying To Know 18)

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There were moments, brief indeed, perhaps better described as pauses, where unremarkable events that took place during the course of a given day seemed to subliminally disengage; as if the air, in all it’s capacities and nuances, suddenly got quiet.

Those were the thoughts that seeped into Allie Carraig’s unsteady mind when her regard for the bloody syringe abruptly dissevered… and she noticed something absolutely terrifying.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 191 (Dying To Know 15)

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Tall, jagged walls of ancient rock rose high along the perimeter of an almost beachless shoreline, and protectively cradled the rich topography naturally encased within.

The verdant and lively land, flourishing with succulent fruit trees and lush vegetable gardens, was intricately connected by rudimentary footpaths which cleverly converged at a substantial, circular clearing in the center.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 189 (Dying To Know 13)

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This time the quiet air seemed to focus her scattered thoughts, instead of transporting them to muddled longitudes and convoluted cerebral precincts that constantly flickered from just beyond arm’s length.

Allie backed up two or three steps, knelt down, and picked up a fairly hefty, discharged syringe with dried blood on the outside… but the disturbing crimson color was also on the inside.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 187 (Dying To Know 11)

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Her milky white midriff was thinly drawn, ribby, perhaps even emaciated… but Allie Carraig was experiencing a physical and introspective resurgence of soul, that in all likelihood would unshade the mystic margin between life and death.

As a black and comfortless sky was developing over Dock 19, actually a wasteland tagged Dock 19, the encroaching mass, now more amoeba than hominid, drifted up to the very tip of Allie’s nose.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 186 (Dying To Know 10)

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Besides the tight rope cable around her neck, Allie wore nothing but faded black jeans, a thick cotton T-shirt, and scuffed work boots whose untied laces hung stiffly askew.

She pulled at the base of her cinereal shirt, tore a 5″ swath all the way around, and twisted up an effective tourniquet for her right arm, which was now completely numb.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 185 (Dying To Know 9)

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The cloudless sky, that had been an umbrella of guidance since she left the bad place, was surreptitiously morphing into a grotesque endlessness of sooty, damp grey.

{why can’t I stop thinking about those damn sea birds} She instinctively closed her eyes to collect her conscience, suppress overwhelming pain, and rediscover the necessary fortitude to stand and face a massive dark form that knew her name.

(Photo by Edward Roads)

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 184 (Dying To Know 8)

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As Allie gingerly rolled left to better assess the agony in her right arm, she suddenly winced when the brobdingnagian form, which was now too close to ignore, blustered something.

There was a tender, bruised knurl on the upper half of her arm that felt punctured and clotted.. still oozing… “ARE YOU ALLIE CARRAIG!?!”

(Photo by Edward Roads)

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 183 (Dying To Know 7)

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A murky haze with an unusual motion, like wobbly air in the abyss of a scorching desert, finally began to dissipate underneath Allie’s fluttering eyelids.

As a towering and rotund silhouette came into focus above her, Allie quickly realized she was not only flat on her back, but her right arm was in excruciating pain.

(Photo by Edward Roads)

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 181 (Dying To Know 5)

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“Mam, you need to have your papers ready, and please, if you don’t mind, remove your hand from my table.”

Allie, who was noticeably ripe and well past exhausted, slammed her other hand down and clamored, “Help me, for christ sake, please”… then her bloodshot blues rolled up to all white, and she collapsed.

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 180 (Dying To Know 4)

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Shill, the loyal man who worked this seaside immigration seat for more than 30 years as part of what you might call a welcoming committee, looked at yet another girl, with another story, with another…

“Hi, my name is Allie… I just got off that rickety damned boat and I need someone to show me a quiet place where I can think.”

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 178 (Dying To Know 2)

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She found herself looking about as if she did something wrong, yet the not so timid Irish expatriate stepped onto American soil with a subtle, eyes down hopefulness.

Back… there, was a well made stone and sweat ziggurat that housed an intimidating hulk, a true Skellig Michael man, who neglected at the last possible minute to inform Allie that her daughter might not be dead.

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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 177 (Dying To Know 1)

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She arrived at the shores of her last chance, after what local papers would one day describe as ‘the unknowing victim of a deep sea and dead run’.

The pier was lonely at Dock 19, her child, who she would never see again, lay lifeless somewhere back in Ireland as wretched memories misted New York Harbor.

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 176

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With eyes closed and a slightly slumped lean, Gia’s furrowed hands became a simple brace on the kin marble of her second floor kitchen counter.

She thought of her late father, his devotion to that blasted quarry, and his strange fondness for a rosebush, that seemed to bloom every damn year on their parched Italian countryside.

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Written by Edward Roads