Kelly, I don't know where you are. I have searched the Internet- even that horrible succubus, Facebook, for your name. For a while you and I were friends, good friends. Remember how, at the noon AA meeting, we used to make fun of Wino Winnie and her horrible 3 T(more) outfits: tutus, tights and tits? Remember that one guy who always talked about his hands? What was that all about? How about that scary Tiffany, who got drunk and ran over her boyfriend because he wore a shirt that looked like something Charlie Brown would wear? Once, for my birthday, you gave me a shawl from a thrift shop and apologized because you couldn't afford anything better. I still have it. I wore it until it was too stained, and now it covers the top of a scarred bookcase in my back room. Every time I see it I remember how kind you were to me when I needed someone to like me anyway. Thanks Kelly. I hope you have some serenity. I hope you are alive. I wish I could tell you in person.(less)
I walked out of the bedroom closet in my underwear. She lay on the bed, naked but for the glow of my orange lamp on the nightstand.
"Red undies? We're gonna have to do something about that."
"You don't like this pair? Really? I love this pair."
"They're red,(more) honey. Boys don't wear red underwear. They are for girls and fags so you sure as hell aren't gonna sashay around the house in them."
Who the fuck was this queen? She seemed to have big plans for me from the beginning and I did nothing but disrupt them at every turn. Now she was lounging in my bed, dictating what I could and could not wear?
Had I said anything about the strawberry Quik, midnight snacks of white bread and margerine, the smoking and hazlenut whitener for her coffee?
No, cause I'm a nice guy. But then I did say it and it wasn't very nice.
It never is. (less)
Trevor had big plans. He was going to join the baseball team and hit the homerun that would take his team to victory. He was going to avoid the girls at his first dance, hanging with his friends by the punchbowl. He would learn to drive a car, stay(more) out all night for his prom, and have a family of his own. Trevor’s plans for life were ones any seven year old should have, ones all parents want for their children; only his plans were put on hold by the news of his cancer.
Jackson and Liz had big plans. Liz was going to study theater at NYU and Jackson was awarded a football scholarship to Norte Dame. She hated the thought of being separated from him for so long, dreading it so much that it drove her to a night of passion that led to the pregnancy test in her hands on graduation day.
Catherine and Darrell had big plans, ones they made at their wedding twenty five years earlier. She packed the boxes in her living room; Darrell passed out in the kitchen surrounded by empty beer bottles. He needed help but she wasn’t the one to give it to him. Fear filled her heart as she headed out the front door, worried the next time she would see him would be at his funeral.
Dawn moved about the house like a spirit already gone from this world. Her hand shook as she wrote the letter that would serve as her last will and testament. She'd had big plans, all of them shattered by the complete hopelessness of life. She signed her name, a word filled with such promise when life was not; and although it was in ink, it was signed in her blood.(less)