All In A Day’s Work

Tiger lilies peeked above the white fence. They added a splash of orange to an otherwise green backdrop. The purple irises had withered at the start of summer and left long, waxy leaves in their stead. Closer to the ground, yellow lilies nodded with the evening breeze, thin leaves waved along. Petunias released their sweet scent in hopes of attracting cardinals and sparrows before their slumber. They in turn filled the air with song. Squirrels chased one another up the soapberry tree as they retreated to their homes. The garden maintained equilibrium in a world of pandemics and civic unrest.

What Lunch?

Dani’s taste buds woke up when she first bit into a Boar’s Head peppermill turkey sandwich. It became her new obsession. The crispy lettuce and juicy tomatoes tamed the surprisingly peppery flavor. Therefore, when her boyfriend suggested an afternoon at the beach, she prepared her go to lunch. The carefree couple splashed each other, jumped the waves, and swam. They raced each other back to their spot to gobble the refreshing sandwiches. As they approached, a large seagull swooped down. It offered Dani an I-dare-you-chase-me-away look. In a flash, it opened its long beak and flew off with their lunch.

Predawn Earthquake

A low rumble roused me from deep sleep.  The bed shook then swayed in a rhythmic pattern in sync with the imaginary train that chugged alongside the bed.

Lights flickered.  The air conditioner died.  Electricity shutdown.

Earth roared.

As suddenly as it shook, earth halted and heaved a long sigh.

The bed stopped swaying.  The imaginary train dissipated.

My subconscious thought I had dreamt some fantastical experience with runaway trains.  Save for the silence that ensued.  Night creatures had been stunned into a deafening silence.  The only sound in the aftermath were distant waves crashing against the beach.  Panic followed.

Concentrate

The babysitter sat the toddler on the potty chair. “Concentrate,” she commanded as she scrunched up her face and feigned to push.

The toddler, eager to please, imitated the sounds and gestures.  Her tiny face reddened in the process yet she produced no results.

“We’ll try again tomorrow,” reassured the babysitter.

The next day, Mommy and baby went to meet friends at the diner. The two-year-old quickly bored.  She fidgeted and became disruptive.

Mommy sat her on the high chair and said, “Concentrate,” unaware the babysitter used the command for other lessons.

Baby scrunched up her face did the deed.

Did You Hear?

The crisp air hinted autumn. The sky azure, darker than sky blue, lighter than sapphire, devoid of clouds.  Suddenly, police began to run south.  A buzz erupted.  “Did you hear?  Did you hear?”  I walked swiftly through Times Square and held tightly to my purse, aware that scoundrels strike when police are distracted.  The buzz escalated to shouts of twin towers.  Planes.  Fire.  Panic gripped my heart.  My husband and many of our friends worked at the World Trade Center.  Hours crawled before we learned that he and all our friends narrowly escaped the horrors.  We were the lucky ones.

A Whole Hole

The body grieves when it loses a limb.  It aches for the hand that scratched the chin or the leg that jumped double-dutch.  These appendages do not grow like hair or nails.  Yet, the body functions without the whole.  It adapts to one leg.  It scratches with the other hand.  Vision readjusts to one eye, and if both eyes go missing, the other senses heighten.  The body is miraculous.  It adjusts to new circumstances, but the loss … The loss remains real.  So it is with death.  Life goes on but the gaping hole weeps for one more I Love You.

A Day At The Lake

Captain dug in the front and rear anchors, securing the pontoon in place. As soon as he gave two thumbs up, the gang jumped in.  All, that is, except Lily.  She hesitated.  The water was waist high and looked clean, yet she fixated on the lake’s boggy bottom.  She shuddered at the thought of dead sea life mixed in with sand filtering through her toes.  Seconds turned into minutes.  The sun continued to climb.  Soon beads of sweat dripped down her ears and cleavage.  The building sweat washed away the phobias.  She jumped in and welcomed the refreshingly cool water.

Summer Sweetness

Large black seeds filled the coral flesh of the watermelon. Its juicy scent made Lola’s mouth water.  A long time ago, her grandmother had picked an extra-large Calabaza from the squash garden.  The extraordinary Calabaza grew on a separate vine.  Imagine her grandmother’s surprise when she cut into soft flesh rather than Calabaza’s tough flesh.  A sweet treat for the entire family!

Lola pushed aside the black seeds. Most people prefer seedless watermelons, but Lola learned the morning of her grandmother’s discovery that watermelon with black seeds is sweeter and juicier than the seedless type.  Give her seeded any time.

Irrational Fears

A nearby cat meowed.  Liz jumped.  Her heart raced and hands became sweaty.   She rationalized her fears were irrational, but the body’s physiological reactions were all too real.  Her knees trembled at the very thought of fainting onto the very street where dogs peed all day long.  She willed her legs to move faster.  When she entered her apartment, she collapsed against the door.  The acrid taste of fear lingered in her throat.  She knew she had to do something.  Contact someone.  She swallowed Nyquil and waited for its numbing effect.  Tomorrow she’d call someone.  Today she just craved sleep.

An Afternoon @ El Campo

The air was so thick that if you were to swing a bat, you would see traces of a make-believe ball suspended in midair. Cousin Olga and I found refuge from the heat beneath the house.  Our grandparents’ house was elevated on stilts that served two purposes:  to level the house because the terrain was rocky and hilly and to avoid floods from streams that rushed downhill on rainy days.  We always found treasure that had fallen through the floor cracks.  Small objects such as marbles, balls, combs.  We could count on finding lizards, frogs, and stray baby chicks, too.