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HOW DO YOU MEASURE...A YEAR IN THE LIFE?

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Mark Walt Meredith

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In Daylight

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Mark Walt Meredith, Jonathan Larson

Marquez had been in her apartment stretching and catching up upon her dancing practice and sewing up her ripped costume from her act at THE CAT SCRATCH CLUB. Marquez had spent half the night stretching and dancing...the rest of the night sewing. It had been a long winter and Marquez hadn't seen the sun for a long time._ Overcast skies never depressed her ...but after a while of winter and stepping in lumpy, deep snow long enough and how cold the snow made everything she was ready for spring and Marquez' fancying to turn to romance. Where was spring? Spring was late that's where spring was. It was as if a groundhog had seen his own shadow ...didn't like the fact that he saw it and snatched the sun out of the sky and took it into his hole so he could sleep in for six more weeks. At least that's how it felt to Marquez. It was April ...28TH...7:29 A.M... ...Eastern Standard Time. She had finished stitching up her faux leather shorts and tiredly she knew that Marquez could finally lift her head up from her weary task. She wearily lifted her chin up wobbling-ly...and Marquez knew that the light from the electric lamps in her apartment would hurt her eyes. Marquez was right. Marquez suddenly then noticed another light outside her fire escape. Over the edge of the building across the street the white skies had broken up into thin strips of cloud and Marquez could see the crisp blue skies between them as if for the first time. Down the center of the horizontal clouds was reflected the dawn's gold light. Soon the sun would arc across the light-blue sky and rise over the building across the street. April's kiss was Marquez'.

In DAYLIGHT

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In Sunsets

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Mark W. Meredith

Mr. Mark Cohen had come home after an evening of filming the homeless people that were his friends. It was getting cold but it wasn't dark out yet. The sky had gotten a little bit darker blue than daytime but the pale sun was falling toward the horizon. Cohen had spent the afternoon riding Cohen's ten-speed around the city aimlessly in circles randomly ...stopping by the sidewalks to talk to homeless people and film them sometimes while they chatted with him. Sometimes Cohen would put his kickstand up and go up to filming them up-close while they answered questions about being homeless. Cohen had gotten a lot of work done. When it had gotten a little colder ... Cohen realized that he had gotten lost in his work ...and he saw that it was way past time to go back to the apartment. By the time he had gotten up his artists' studio apartment and looked out the wall-windows with the bike-frame on Cohen's shoulder looking at the wide, empty apartment he finally saw the sky and saw that it was already sun-set. Rapt...he went to the love seat that Davis always sat at without taking Cohen's eyes off the neon purple clouds and found a seat there. The skies were neon red with billowing clouds. Cohen sat there in awe until the last vestige of reddish purple light left the sky. That was his reward for Cohen's hard day of work. The long day was completely worth it all.

IN Sunsets

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IN MIDNIGHTS

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Mark Walter Meredith

In the dark ...in the bar ...the six friends walked over to the secluded, dark corner of the bar...walking and laughing. They all fell into the side of the LONG booth practically all at once...all-at the same-time ... ...some of them tumbling against the others before each slid into the long seat of the booth neatly in a row. It was obvious that this wasn't the bohemians' first stop in this night but they weren't drunk or rowdy enough to be thrown out ...not yet at least. The night was young ...who knows what mischief the future may bring?

They all took turns telling jokes about Leprechauns walking into bars and such...making each other laugh in turns.

They all drank and laughed ...every once in-a while one of them doubling over and cracking up in laughter. Roger finally remembered to check his digital watch with the built in light on it ...to see the time. It was 12 0'clock at night ...and Roger wasn't the least bit tired. … Just curious … to what time it was every once in a great while. No need to go home or stop partying. Roger felt as if it were day._ The night was only beginning for the young BOHEMIAns. It was her idea to come to this...Mimi's favorite bar ...in this ...her favorite booth in the corner...it was so dark … you couldn't see your-self ...when one was feeling bad about your self and tired of working so much...you could come here on Saturday night after a long week of work and get drunk, forget yourself. On the weekend you could come here when you're overworking yourself and you feel ugly and you feel like you hate yourself you could come here to the "booth in the corner" where it's dark and become invisible. The night was just beginning.

In Midnights.

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… In Cups ….

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Mark Walt Meredith

It was two in the mid of night when Joanne Jefferson got up from Joanne's nap. Joanne knew this because she had looked at the alarm clock in the midnight dark of her bedroom before she began to walk towards the dimly lit doorway thinking that she didn't feel the least bit tired. Actually Joanne felt refreshed because of the nap. Maureen Johnson was still asleep on her own side-of the bed in the middle of one of Miss Johnson's naps. "Now she knew why the door was gently lit" ...Joanne had left the light in the dining room on...but it was no big whoop. It was nice to be greeted by the dim light in the hallway. Joanne ...as people called her ... had gotten up from her nap...and was walking through the dining room past the round dining table. There was a cup of coffee and cream sugared to her (Joanne's) liking there on top of that dining table. She had forgotten that Joanne had made herself a cup of coffee ... but Joanne usually did when she was studying for a case and had to pull two all nighters in a row between power naps. Joanne usually did have a cup of coffee here and there while she was working on a case all night. Joanne looked into the cup to see just in case a stupid cockroach had fallen into it. As usual a cockroach hadn't fallen into it but every once in a while a cockroach would jump into a cup ... and that simple fact was enough to make her happy that Joanne could go ahead and drink this leftover mug of coffee. As Joanne lifted the cup to her mouth and drank it she tasted that it was luke-warm. It was hard to find an apartment with Miss Johnson ...because Miss Johnson liked $255 dollar roach traps ... kind of apartments in Alphabet City. Joanne wondered why it was that lukewarm coffee tasted better than hot coffee. … Maybe because it was a nice surprise when a roach wasn't in it.

The coffee tasted like fresh Lipton Sun tea that was still warm, sweetened to taste, with real cream put in it.

She went back to Joanne's desk computer with all the papers spread out around it and turned the computer back on. Joanne took another swig of weak coffee and put the mug down on top of a stack of papers. Joanne was content ...she was happy.

... Of Coffee...

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AFTERWORDS?

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Mark Walt Meredith

That is the end of that act of the story so far. Do you think that's the end of the life of this main character? Not necessarily ... if you don't want it to be ... then write me a note about how you want to see the next chapter in the story of this main character's life! What happens next? Who knows what happens? Inspire me by putting a review! Tell me what you want to be happening in the story, next, OK...? OK...! Perhaps I'll write the next chapter very soon from now!

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