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Jaime (a short story)

Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing.  He didn’t intend to buy anything really; he was just passing away a few of the dull hours that always seem to make up his days lately.  He’d been isolating himself even before social distancing was a thing and despite himself he just wanted to be in the vicinity of other people.  He walked the aisles, scanning for something, anything to catch his eye.

He looked at antique furniture, oil lamps and the like but he had no place for them as beautiful and interesting as they were.  If things were different, if he had money and a nice house of his own maybe he would invest in nice things that he actually liked as opposed to whatever was least expensive and wouldn’t be missed if he had to leave it behind.  He wandered over to the thrift store side of things and poked about; picking things up at random and putting them back down.  He had no need for a salad spinner or a chipped coffee mug even if it did say, “Introverts Unite, Separately.”

He watched the people come and go and wondered if they were really even there at all.  It as a valid question as his mind did have a habit of playing tricks on him.  At least that’s what he told himself and anyone else who was listening.  That was much easier to accept than the truth.  No one wanted to believe that the actual problem was that Jaime couldn’t tell if the person he was seeing was “real” or a ghost.  He had a hard time distinguishing between the two.  Or maybe they weren’t ghosts at all, maybe they were real… just running in parallel and he could somehow see both time lines. “6 of 1, half a dozen of the other,” thought Jaime. “Crazy is as crazy does.”

He had to focus to keep his thoughts from spinning out of control. So when he spotted the old man, shoulders hunched, shuffling toward the back of the store he decided to observe him and shut everything else out.  He watched as the old man took off his jacket and placed it onto the dirty floor before slowly lowering himself down onto it.  The man sat methodically flipping through the boxes of records stored there only occasionally pausing to give one a more in depth look.  Jaime wonder what it was that caught his eye, what made him turn one over to read the back when others didn’t.  Or was he looking for something in particular?

Jaime watched as the man went through one box after another until after quite some time had passed the man selected one record, sat it aside and then carefully and with much effort, pulled himself up off the floor.  Jaime then watched in disbelief as the old man left without purchasing the record…why spend all that time and then leave empty handed?  His curiosity piqued, Jaime went to see what record the old man had selected after hours of searching to only leave it behind.

He picked it up and couldn’t believe his eyes.  Was this a joke? Some message from beyond? What did it mean?  With his mind reeling Jaime made his way to the register and made his one and only purchase.

 

~Melanie Thomason

7/6/2020

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Chasing Happiness

The ways of love are tricky to ascertain

and I’ve wasted too many years trying to wrap my head around things I can never understand.

I keep chasing happiness but find myself stumbling,

hanging over the edge, trying to cling to those fleeting moments that bubble up as laughter,

ascend and float away.

My new found hope melts as cotton candy on tongue

and once again death is so close I can feel it’s breath on the back of my neck.

Words have a way of burrowing under my skin and I descend again into despair

as I am reminded of all that I am not…

all that I should have been.

The pain is to just too real to pack away with past grievances.

Too real to disregard.

I’m a loser,

but not in the way that you think.

I’m a loser insomuch as I cannot win.

~Melanie Thomason

7/6/2020

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Dirty Windows

Dirty windows  hide a multitude of sins

so they keep them dirty so no one can see within

 

Problem is we are starting to wipe away the grime

and the whole world is witnessing their crimes

 

Wearing a badge doesn’t place you above the law

For many, George Floyd was the final straw

 

There are good police who do actually “protect and serve”

and those who don’t should get what they deserve

 

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

06/05/2020

 

Glad to see that all 4 officers involved have been charged. Hopefully they will not be sentenced lightly.

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I remember once… ~NaPoWriMo Day 30

I remember once…

when I thought

I knew more

than I know now

I remember once…

when I thought

dreams could come true

and that love was real

I remember once…

when I thought

all of this mattered

much more than it actually does

I remember once…

when I believed

you

~Melanie Thomaon

04/30/2020

 

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Knock ~NaPoWriMo Day 27

Was that a knock?, or am I hearing things, again?

I swear I might be cracking up

or maybe it is that dastardly bird Poe went on and on about.

Maybe it’s time I make a break for it.

But I know the romance of being on the highway is fiction…

I know things don’t always go smoothly

…at least not for me,

never for me.

I know that there are scary things out there

including the freedom I seek.

“Should I stay or should I go” I once again ask myself

and isn’t that a song?

I know I should go…

but my steel resolve crumples like aluminum foil.

Maybe I am all bluster and bravado after all.

Maybe I can only stomach the outside world in small bites;

a spoonful of indigo sky, a pinch of grass, a sliver of moon.

I shake my head to dispel these thoughts

and soothe myself with a nice hot cup of Earl Grey.

So once again, for today, I am staying

Maybe one day I’ll go

and maybe then I’ll stop hearing this infernal knocking on the door.

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/27/2020

 

FLF

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flushed ~NaPoWriMo Day 22

Every time I kid myself that I am ok

that I am past it

I get slapped upside the head again

with the truth

how can all the progress that I have made

get flushed down the toilet

with just one word from you?

~Melanie Thomason

04/22/2020

Written for dVerse

 

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I am more than breath and bone ~NaPoWriMo Day 21

image from pixabay

I am the air you breathe

and the marrow in your bones.

I am older than you know

and you might just hear

the echoes of time if you listen.

I am the changing seasons

and a quickly passing breeze

I am the sapphire sky

and the mahogany soil

I am the green of growing grass

and every color in between

I am the sweetness of wild berries

and the pink of roses in bloom

I am the ancient lichen covering stone

and the gentle flowing river

I am the harmony of the rain

and the poetry of birdsong

I am the pink and purple dusk

and the shimmering moon at twilight

I am secret

I am sacred

I am spirit and sanctuary

I am the rumble of thunder

and the unrelenting rain

I am the fury of fire

and hurricane force winds

I am the poisonous spider

and the venom of snakes

I am a warrior

and I am huntress

You may call me nature

or call me goddess

or call me witch

or call me weird

But I am the who,

the what,

the when,

the where,

the why

and the how.

~Melanie Thomason

Written for Brave & Reckless’s Breath and Bone Challenge

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Shades of Beige

Image by Mary Pahlke from Pixabay

This is the story of Dan.  Not a sob story mind you, Dan would never allow that, he isn’t into drama of any kind.  He is a simple man and he is just incapable of absorbing anything bold, spicy or new.

Dan lives alone and he tells himself it’s because he is his own man.  The truth of the matter is he leads a very boring life.  Bland is really the best word to describe him, though he would say stable and responsible.

His wardrobe consists of khakis and button-down shirts in cream and ecru.  If the weather calls for it, he has a heavy tan coat as well.  You see Dan knows with a certainty, which defies reason, that beige is an idoneous color and that red is not.

So it is really not surprising that when Dan went shopping for a new car he perplexed the salesman.  Every car he showed him that as not some shade of beige would elicit a, “Next,” from Dan.  Once he learned to exclude anything of color, he showed Dan every car on the lot in buff, fawn, latte and sand.  Dan eventually decided on a safe and sensible Volvo in eggshell.

~Melanie Thomason

04/20/2020

 

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