Monthly Archives: March 2012

Beginnings #10: School

Those first days of college are filled with hope, aren’t they? The course catalog thick and heavy in my hands, a tome of endless, limitless knowledge. The classes in those pages could lead me on an infinite number of paths. … Continue reading

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Beginnings #9: Chorizo y Mahou

First, rub the ripe, just sliced tomato onto the crisp, fresh bread. Smear in some olive oil. Pick some chorizo from the big, plastic bowls brimming with sausage made days before from local pigs, each farmer donating choice cuts of … Continue reading

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Beginnings #8: The Farrier’s Son

It was sunny and the wind was blowing from the west the day that Jack Mudge’s father died. He was a farrier by trade. A horse had reared up and the front left hoof came down square on his chest, … Continue reading

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Beginnings #7: Time to Climb

“Wake up,” she said, and he pulled the sleeping bag from his face, letting in the still soft sun. “Now?” he grumbled.  “I thought we said 7.” “Well it’s 6, and you’re awake, so let’s get going.” He could hear … Continue reading

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Beginnings #6: Roommates

He knew there was something a bit off about his new roommates when they roasted a full chicken, ate about half of it with asparagus and sweet potatoes, and then left the remainder of the carcass on the kitchen counter … Continue reading

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Beginnings #5: Bananas

She was always unsettled by the way he ate bananas.  They both ate lots of bananas, as the fruit was quite cheap on the narrow, potholed streets of the island, and was grown nearby by penniless natives.  She insisted they … Continue reading

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Beginnings #4: What’d She Order?

The simple pleasure of just being on the water, on the boat, was almost overshadowed by the thunderheads rolling in. It was lucky, he thought, that today he’d chosen to fish instead of sail, so was in the fiberglass motorboat … Continue reading

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