Saturday, April 27, 2019

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 11:17 PM

I was in my apartment and Cookie was out meeting his cousins and his mother who had come for the weekend. My cellphone rang. He told me his mother wanted to see me and join her for dinner. I felt anxiety rush up as a cold chill up my spine, but knowing I owe her much of my lifestyle (as she influenced Cookie into the man he is today), I agreed to meet her. I can't remember what I ended up doing next, but I became distracted from getting ready.

Finished from his social event, Cookie stepped through the front door and noticed I was still in my pajama shirt with disheveled hair, pants-less. "Aren't you going to see my mom?" he asked. Realizing I'd forgotten, I jumped into the tub for a quick shower, threw on some clothes and raced out the door.

The streetlights illuminated, Yonge Street in North York, in an orange glow. It glistened on leaves of young trees, and the veranda roofs of store fronts were slick with water from the rain. As I hurried along, my old manager waved to me, her hair in corn rows and her faded denim jacket. I waved back.

She told me a little about how she was renovating her home by pulling up the floor tiles and replacing them with hardwood. As she talked, two boys from my past trotted along behind me and stopped when they recognized me.

 

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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 10:07 PM

The only thing that happened, that I remember, was Honeycrisp walking through a doorway in his navy, puffy coat. Happy, I ran into him, giving him a bear hug. He hugged me back. He had a huge smile on his face, happy to see me. 


* When I woke up, I felt the hug, and I'm upset it wasn't real, especially because he is currently angry at me.

 

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Sunday, April 14, 2019

0 comments Posted by Iolanthe Lore at 11:17 AM

It was the day before Wafer's wedding and everyone was getting ready at my parent's old house, back on Avocado. I remember getting my dress from the master bedroom's walk-in closet, and grabbing my dress. One of the bridesmaids walked by, her dress tailored and ready, and I realized I haven't done that yet. With hours before the next day (and the wedding, which started at midnight), with my sewing kit, I moved to the living room and sat behind the dining table to work. My partnered groomsman sat beside me, as he had repairs to do on his suit. I worked in a frenzied state trying to shorten the hem of my dress without a plan or knowledge of how.

 

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