Tag Archives: Metaphors of a Marriage
Cracks on the Surfaces…
There are, those cracks that showed up, on the surfaces, making this, no longer, perfect, you’d blurted it out. But, the deep down is still fine, with that, glassy finish, without a dent on it, isn’t that, what’s, most important, … Continue reading →
Centrifuge…
We’d started, spinning, slow at first, but, things picked up speed, andbefore we both knew, we were, feeling, dizzy. We’d wanted it all, to STOP, but it just, wouldn’t, budge, just, ignored our requests. There was, NOTHING that either one … Continue reading →
On an Airplane, a Short Prose
How this situation, reminded the narrator or her/his marriage, translated… “Mommy, I don’t like being in here.” “We are on an airplane, we need to fly to Japan before we’re, allowed off.” The young boy seemed to have trouble understanding … Continue reading →
The Song We’d, Slow-Danced to…
Do you remember, the song we’d, slow-danced to? That even after the song had, ended, we’d, still, kept holding on to each other? Yeah, that one! The song we’d, slow-danced to, it’d become, a faded memory now, we’d, stopped dancing, … Continue reading →
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A Narrowed Alley
How they met, and found love, or, was it, love, at all??? Translated… Because of work, they’d often, bumped into one another in a small alley. And, after a while, something got started between the two of them. One day, … Continue reading →
My Husband & the Driver’s Seat
On the relationship of a husband and a wife, translated… Since I got my license, there would be at least three days that I’d picked up my husband from work. Other than feeling awful about how he’d needed to run … Continue reading →
A Clothing Store without Any Mirrors
We’d found ourselves, in the midst of a foreign city, we’d, walked, into a clothing store without any mirrors, and, I picked a piece of cloth up to show you, placed it over my upper body, asked, “How do I … Continue reading →
The Restrooms, a Short Prose
Translated… “The décor of this restaurant is so elegant, so beauty, the food served here, is delicious also, I can’t believe how dirty and unkempt their restrooms are, such a disappointment”, as she got back to her table, she’d told … Continue reading →
Life, the Obstacle Course 