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BG 340 – The escalator

Sigh… The middle-aged woman is still standing neatly upright, holding her shopping bag against her with both hands, halfway up the stationary escalator. Almost all the lights in the store are already off…

Over an hour ago, she had reflected that this clothing store, which had once been so familiar to her, had changed a great deal since she had last been there years ago. The quality of the garments had noticeably deteriorated, she thought, while the prices had actually risen sharply. And the staff – who looked very young in her eyes – hadn’t even offered to help them! It was getting close to closing time now, and as she made her way to the escalator, she saw that she was the only customer still wanting to go upstairs. Just a quick trip to the shoe department. At least, that was what she had led her new neighbor to believe. The (younger) neighbor who had urgently needed to go home because she had to attend a meeting after dinner – a meeting! – and who had asked her worriedly, or patronizingly, if it would be alright, her going up alone on that modern escalator and then back home alone by bus. Of course it would be fine! How old did she think she was? In reality, by the way, she didn’t go to the shoe department at all, but to the plus-size department, which was also upstairs.

The two blouses she had bought earlier that afternoon in another clothing store under the approving eye of her neighbor, and which she knew perfectly well were two sizes too small for her, even though she had taken them into a fitting room and pretended she had tried them on, she would return sometime early next week. Fortunately, her neighbor hadn’t yet seen her without her loose light gray summer coat or that old baggy sweater from yesterday. After a slight hesitation, she pressed the button and sure enough, the green light came on and the escalator started moving silently.

By the way, that escalator was also a striking change here. A large sign next to it explained that …

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BG 331 – You have to cooperate!

Six months after moving abroad, I hit a concrete wall. A figurative concrete wall. Years of chronic health problems that went undiagnosed or were diagnosed too late, and everything involved in handling a permanent move abroad, took their toll. The ambulance crew my husband had summoned just in time saved my life that day, as I only realized in hindsight. I was admitted to the medium care unit of the nearest hospital in the nearby city.

What I remember most about the ambulance staff is that they pushed furniture and my husband aside to make room to strap me onto a stretcher. They talked to me, sometimes calmly, sometimes urgently, but their words didn’t register with me. The drive to the hospital, with flashing lights and sirens, seemed to last about two minutes. In reality it must have been fifteen minutes. Time and again multiple alarms sounded simultaneously in the cramped space where they were trying to stabilize my condition while driving. The loud noises, it felt to me, were never silent for longer than a single exhalation at a time.

I also remember being asked for my name. ‘Bea,’ I said, proud that I had understood the question and even knew the answer. I had to repeat it several times before they understood me. After what felt to me like bouncing for three seconds over a cobblestone road, they asked for my name again. ‘Still Bea,’ I answered more clearly this time. That was probably the moment they knew I was going to make it. It wasn’t until days later that it became clear to me that I had been in diabetic shock and that the ambulance crew had managed to save me just in time before I would have slipped into an irreversible coma. To me, that all seemed a bit exaggerated. I had just been tired, incredibly tired. Life had thrown just a few too many challenges at me.

After a night and half a day in the medium care unit, I was …

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BG 316 – Find the thief

At exactly five o’clock she shut down her computer, put on her coat, and hung her bag over her shoulder. The office was already deserted. Her colleagues had, as usual, snatched a few minutes from their work time. She hadn’t responded to their enthusiastic cries of ‘Have a nice evening!’ and ‘See you tomorrow!’ all these years, and no one expected her to now. She preferred it that way. No personal contact. The administrative work she did was simple and mind-numbing. That is, if she’d still had a mind to numb. But it paid her bills.

As on most days, she took the bus to the city center, where she quickly devoured a simple meal at a cheap restaurant. And then she began her daily mission: visiting bookstores and, if they were all closed after seven o’clock, the local public library. Only when it closed too, at ten, did she take another bus back to the small apartment she rented. She loved books, of course, but that wasn’t the real reason for her frequent quests. She was desperately searching for someone. Eight years ago, Laura de Vries had stolen a large sum of money from the owners of the small, successful company she worked for and then vanished without a trace, leaving her family behind. And she would find her! She would make sure she paid back the entire amount!

In a cluttered and dimly lit second-hand bookstore, she plopped down …

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BG 308 – Mother’s small pet business

Initially, she, her parents, and her brothers hadn’t exactly been well-off. Her father was stuck in a boring office job and spent his free time drinking.
But her mother was an intelligent, humorous, and inventive woman.
Over four years ago, to the surprise of those around her, she started a rapidly growing small business, with which the children helped, and from which the whole family benefited.
For just 5 euros each, she sold small, special pets, which parents and grandparents eagerly bought for their (grand)children.
The little creatures quickly conquered the entire country.
Sinterklaas and Santa Claus had a hard time stocking up enough of them.
Upon purchase they came in a cute cardboard box, with a little handle that fit exactly two fingers and with air holes in the little lid.
The little box also came with a cord, allowing children to carry the pet around their neck outside to take it for a walk.
And besides that, they barely had to worry about it.
They could teach the animals tricks. Especially ‘sit!’ and ‘lie still!’ did well.
‘Roll over!’ also worked, but then they had to lend a hand.
When the pets her mother sold had reached their peak popularity, their family’s financial worries became a thing of the past.
And as fads go, this one too passed quietly.
Her mother got time to do other things again and she too could enjoy her own free time again.
And if a little owner got tired of the special pet, no worries: he or she could then simply lay Rocky somewhere in the garden.

BG 306 – Leaf

Just blown out of the tree and landed on wet grass and other wet leaves. The edges already dead, in dark brown to black, but the center still orange and yellow, with remnants of life in bright green around the veins. Beautiful colors! Dying after a good life, but not giving up yet. Spots, wounds, dark brown and black, in the still bright colors in the center. On its way to break down into ever smaller particles and to serve as food for the next generation of fresh green leaves in spring. Meanwhile, crackling under our shoe soles and a feast for our eyes.

BG 298 – Ad blocker

Their old grandmother, who (for a generous fee) was lovingly cared for by an elderly widow who lived next door, enthusiastically decided to buy her first computer for her eighty-sixth birthday.
A desktop, with a large screen, a keyboard and a mouse, because all those smaller devices had buttons that were far too small, according to her.
To their surprise, Grandma soon became handy with the device. She bombarded them with emails, shared interesting things she had found on the internet and scanned, printed and copied to her heart’s content with that handy device she had bought together with it.
The eldest of her four grandchildren had installed everything for her and took care of the maintenance.
Their only concern was that Grandma would fall victim to scammers. After all, she hadn’t grown up with spam, scams and other online manipulation. Fortunately, her caregiver had experience with this, and she alerted Grandma to it.
That went well for a long time.
Until one day, when the grandchildren came to visit, they noticed …

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BG 289 – A thriller in 33 words

She visited him in his hospital room and fortunately he is doing well. She patiently waits for the elevator door to open and gets in thoughtlessly. But… there is no… no elevator! Aaaaaaaah!