A patient man once told me something painfully relevant and poignant that I have forgotten completely. That's not the important part--that's the teller's demeanor. He was stranded in Woodstock, GA, waiting on a AAA truck. I asked him if he was sure he didn't want to wait inside, in(more) the AC. After all, he was sitting on scalding pavement in a three-piece suit in the Julyest July I can remember.
He began to say some other things, I'm sure, but he just stopped. I sat next to him and didn't get an answer on whether he did mind me smoking or not, so I lit a cigarette. He asked for one--I obliged.
He said something along the lines of "I haven't missed any amount of work in 24 years. Tomorrow was going to be my 25th year with no tardy days, absences, or any thing like that." He looked as if he didn't know how to operate if he wasn't being a corporate cog.
I told him I was going to write for a living. "Ha," he chuckled "Then you only wear a suit when you want. Only do what you want."
The Ukrainian man stands, turns himself to the park and walks on. The AAA truck arrives three hours later.(less)
There is a tree. A calm ethereal entity. It is infused with a bluish white light that emanates to its surroundings. Motes of light float among its upper branches. There is no wind. The tree is still. There seems to be a barely perceived noise.(more) A high pitched hum which surrounds it. It's trunk is wide and firmly rooted to the ground. Although it is made up of light, I know the tree is strong. I've heard that when a person draws a tree it is really a self-portrait. I learned this when someone commented on the drawing of a tree I had made. They said that the branches did not extend very far, and that meant I was withdrawn. There was a hole in the tree, and they said it meant I was wounded. This tree is different. It is not the tree that I drew. This is the tree that has always been. (less)
She weighed as much as a photo of herself. The days came and went as her ribs slowly escaped. Her mother and father would spend long silent hours in the living room collecting glares from their daughter.
She drank when she was thirsty and ate a handful o(more)f carrots once a day. When her mother refused to buy carrots, she ate nothing. Her father would leave fully cooked meals in steamer trays out for hours at a time and would frequently consider wafting the smell up through the ventilation.
Doctors had notions of dysmorphic conditions, Psychiatrists of depression or anxiety. The brother knew she was punishing them. He would never tell, so the house remains silent.(less)