Bell Stories

"Next!" I called, more curtly than was professional. Nineteenth customer of the day can do that to a girl, not that I was counting. My calves ached beneath the cheap, gimmicky costume that was covered in other people's hair. Nobody in their right mind wanted their hair cut by an elf. It was stupid. And to cap it off, fucking Bieber bleated about love on the local station, like he was even old enough to understand what the...

1. Clear As A BellIt finally dawned on me,why I feel this way,since I heard her voice,just the other day.It's a feeling that stayswith me,regardless what I do,both concealingandrevealing,antediluvian andnew.Clear as a bell she told me,"Man, you look so fine!"What I'm feelingisa feeling,as oldandboldas time.Feeling coldwhen I first saw her,I feelforeveryoung.Clear as a bellher words rolled,fromher lips andtongue.Clear as a...

My friend Isabel  -a Spanish-  called me on that day, saying she had a problem and needed my assistance. She then gave me an account or her story,  with details of her problem, on the phone: she had gone on a trip for a few days and,  on having returned home,  she dug in her purse for the apartment keys, even  pockets, everywhere; the apartment keys were gone. She possibly had lost them. She lived alone in her place, so n...