Sol's Random Stories

The morning went well. He jogged his Master around their block two times.  He got a shank bone from a neighbor. He froze at the sight of a fat squirrel.  All the other dogs got barked at. The delivery man was rightly startled. A careless cat in the alley got chased. Nothing to do now besides basque in happy Mediterranean daydream under warm embrace of bright Santorini sun.

Four year-old Ghandal knows what sound is, although he was born with his hearing greatly impaired. He knows sound as vibration, and he knows vibration as a rough translation of the precious gift of his life. Ghandal looks for ways to hear eternity's silence, and this no contradiction. Bells of all kinds, or glass, certain stones or metals, or even just pressing close to a large pot become instruments in a Creator's excellence, a symphony of vibratory resonance. Ghandal knows his daily life thru sight and touch, and the visceral tones of the natural world across a range of divine frequencies, and never doubts that he is always in tune with God.

Ramanath was in a quandary, a dilemma, and didn't know his next move. He started having silly thoughts, like nametags would solve the problem, but ironically they'd be too tiny to read. So what to do? He hated killing things. "Great!", he thought. " You've got 'something' cornered near the ceiling, do you just ask? Is that trustworthy? You can imagine the awkward exchange: - You, with the long legs, you're cornered. Now, answer truthfully. Are you a harmless tipple, or midge, or crane fly wandered in here by mistake? Or, are you a shameless, maybe even deadly blood sucker waiting to pounce?" Then Ramanath realized it's no use- honestly, what do you think a snidely mosquito is going to say?

Nothing grabs your attention and focuses the mind like the unwelcome touch of cold steel at the base of the neck. Gary continued the story, his group of friends hanging on every word. "I knew I was in trouble when the chopped blue Chevy first rolled up, tinted back window half-down, a voice asking "where's Wilshire?" We were just off the corner of Wilshire and Cochran, so I knew the question was whack. Had a good hunch what was coming next. But I just kept walking, then I heard the car doors opening, footsteps coming up behind me real fast. One dude grabs my arm, I know not to turn around, then the gun to my head. I could sense there were three behind me, they were young. Nervous. One of them kept saying "Don't be stupid.", as if that was my plan, while the other two went through my pockets. I remembered I had only three dollars in cash, and my cards.  My thoughts were racing, but I felt calmer than they were, which I knew wasn't a good thing. The g...

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