Baggage Service

02/08/19 • 24 min

We all have memories that hang on and remain stored in the recesses and niches of our mind. Mundane memories float back to our conscious mind only when triggered by an outside stimulus, a familiar refrain, or a faint aroma on a spring breeze. Those memories are harmless and the collection of a life lived. There are memories that float on the conscious which intrude on our daily routine and cannot be shaken. These are the ones we call baggage. We all have it. When you are young its baggage. When you are old its history. Where the line blurs is a call that only the one lugging it all around can decide. The sooner its history the sooner you can categorize it, organize it and learn from it.

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T Boned

Thanks for coming back. In this weeks story, Bea tells the tale of a personal tragedy sprung on her at the start of a family visit. who has not daydreamed of injury or illness to distance ourself from emotional pain so deep and crashing down upon us like a dark sea inadvertently fallen into. Thankfully with the help of family, friends, distance and time, even the deepest cuts can be survived. An octogenarian with skin leathered by the weather of a lifetime will tell you that life isn’t what you think it should be, but at the same time much more than could ever been hoped for.

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Life Preservers

In this next to last installment of The Parlay, Bea reveals the fact that sometimes couples come together for a multitude of reasons. In the cold of the world, two individuals swirl around each other, and sometimes coalesce into a single. For the fortunate, that singularity remains closely knit and the bonds intensify with time. For the less fortunate, as the two orbit each other the swirl of life prevents the space between from collapsing into togetherness and the individuals are slung back apart.

Those that survive the vortex find themselves a rescuer a preserver of life and limb and a maker of a partner for life.