childhood memories overwhelming her with that nostalgic, bittersweet feeling
of days gone by....
long ago...
Her parents had been so young.....
full of life....
They had gone fishing and apple picking and out to dinners...
She remembered,
just then,
the sound of her mother's hearty laughter filling the air with 'joy'....
For some reason, this particular spot in the new neighborhood..
reminded her SO much of those times...
Two Hasidim walked by....
Carrying their blue, velvet pouches....
Within those pouches were housed their Tefillin : Phylacteries....
and their Talaisim: Prayer Shawls....
This, too, gave her a twinge of familiarity....of nostalgia....
It was GORGEOUS outside....
and the promise of things to come...
was blanketed over everything ...
as if it were the ICING atop a moist piece of RED VELVET cake...
Her cousin's acerbic words hung somewhere just beneath that magical, silver blanket....
tarnishing the sweetness....
"They SPOILED you terribly!", she had said...
"You've never had to work for ANYTHING!"
"Everything has always been given to you at your beckoning!"...
The words had stung her....
Apparently they were meant to do just that....
Or perhaps the insulting words were placed there....
just in front of her nose....
in order to 'engage' her in OUTLANDISH contemplation and retrospection..
Bad Charisma: A Fictional Memoir
of days gone by....
long ago...
Her parents had been so young.....
full of life....
They had gone fishing and apple picking and out to dinners...
She remembered,
just then,
the sound of her mother's hearty laughter filling the air with 'joy'....
For some reason, this particular spot in the new neighborhood..
reminded her SO much of those times...
Two Hasidim walked by....
Carrying their blue, velvet pouches....
Within those pouches were housed their Tefillin : Phylacteries....
and their Talaisim: Prayer Shawls....
This, too, gave her a twinge of familiarity....of nostalgia....
It was GORGEOUS outside....
and the promise of things to come...
was blanketed over everything ...
as if it were the ICING atop a moist piece of RED VELVET cake...
Her cousin's acerbic words hung somewhere just beneath that magical, silver blanket....
tarnishing the sweetness....
"They SPOILED you terribly!", she had said...
"You've never had to work for ANYTHING!"
"Everything has always been given to you at your beckoning!"...
The words had stung her....
Apparently they were meant to do just that....
Or perhaps the insulting words were placed there....
just in front of her nose....
in order to 'engage' her in OUTLANDISH contemplation and retrospection..
Bad Charisma: A Fictional Memoir
