"Mint Green Polo", a Writing Exercise

              "I had thought, fiercely believed, sniffled, shouted and pushed, kissed, groped, slaked, baked, yearned and sacrificed and oh, look! Look at the couples, some visibly nervous, some smiling, and one particular groom with what must have been a death wish because there, in his beloved mint green polo, was Kev..."

A Wedding, a Grudge & Miss Havisham.

So one of those aforementioned ex-friends is getting married this year. Let's call her Goldie.

I knew it was coming, since I've met her fiance and he's a fantastic match for her, blah blah, but...still, it's quite the moment when you hear about a major upcoming event in the life of someone you used to care about very much who is now a stranger. You can be struck by a memory or two without any preparation. It makes me wish I weren't sentimental. By the way, I don't have many ex-pals but to you, dear readers, I've spoken at length about one and mentioned one or two more. Some of them I went to school with for ages, so our history, good and bad, is now ancient but still profound, and Goldie is one of those people.

This Dog Won't Go Gentle Into That Good Night

"...She's a female version of Archie Bunker, a canine Cartman."

Cookies with Appropriate Fortunes

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I picked up Chinese for dinner tonight for myself and my roommate and got some Kung Fu Panda 3 fortune cookies with the meal!

When Asked About Marriage

Hint: The lead singer of Every Time I Die writes amusing short essays that answer reader questions, and he once compared those unpleasant moments where you're pressured about marriage to the movie Gremlins.

'Hemlock Grove'

I woke up in the wee hours of Saturday, Oct 31 hearing footsteps on pavement and a young voice shouting, "HELP! Please HELP! She's not breathing!" I woke up a bit, listening, heart speeding up. It was awful and it wasn't over. The shouting continued, "Please help, she's not breathing!" and I was up out of bed, trying to ensure that my breathing stayed calm despite my heart rate. My fingers closed around the edge of a curtain while I visually combed the street outside my window. This was so disconcerting...and then...

Dragon

A friend requested that part of my birthday gift to her be a story.

I wrote her something once. She says it's in one of her yearbooks, which would make sense; we've known each other since ninth grade. But this piece has to be about a dragon. That's the biggest challenge. What do I do with a dragon?