Mike Dariano


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How to use Evernote: Back to School Details

If you don’t have children with whom you get to celebrate this time of year as back to school, you can always log onto Facebook and see all the back to pictures. If the kids are younger than ten there’s usually a smile on their face. Ten to seventeen or so, there are no smiles, but if you if there are any seniors in those pictures they will be smiling again. It’s nice to think that children at least begin and end their education smiling.

My kindergartener loves school. On the first Friday afternoon she told me that she wished she could come back on Saturday. “Me too dear” I said as we walked to our car. It’s her first week of school in a new building and we have new routines. Most of the time I’m responsible for her and these novel aspects will become commonplace but sometimes her mother or grandmother will be responsible. I decided to make them a note.

My note includes:

Paranoia - A short story

On The Grey Flag

The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.

Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.

The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.

The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.

It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.

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