Chronicles

By Earvin Eugene

A compelling collection of short stories. From "Holidays" discussing the interest concept of birthdays. We make our birthday wishes but do they ever come true? To "Long Island Iced Tea", a story of passion. And "Writing" to contemplate new surroundings from travel. Lives are different in new environments, but how different? Lastly, a decisive finish with "It Will Be A Long Time" by imagining a world of closure and lostness. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Earvin Eugene
• Release date: Apr 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201139148

Earvin Eugene

Hello, I am Earvin Phillip Eugene. I write non-fiction and literary fictions. In my spare time I develop thesis and essays. Search through my catalog either on here or GooglePlay. Stories like "Jaded" and my autobiography series "Story" to learn more about me.

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Holidays.

By Earvin Eugene

Copyright © 2020 by Earvin P Eugene

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She cleaned tables as usual that day, her twenty-first birthday. She always worked on weekends, but if things had gone according to plan that specific weekend, she would have been celebrating. The other worker had agreed to cover her shift actually and the chef was upset with her for being slow with the spaghetti and meatballs as well as the lasagna to customers’ tables. This was not the best way to spend one’s twenty-first birthday. But the other girl developed severe sickness. A rapid cold and gone to bed with unstoppable diarrhea and a fever of 103 degrees, so she ended up working after all on short notice.

She found herself trying to support the sick girl, who was greatly sorry for being a burden. Don’t worry about it, she said. This is a typical twenty-first birthday.

It seemed that she was not all that disappointed. One reason was the horrible fight she had had a earlier in the week with her boyfriend who was supposed to be with her for her birthday. They had been going together since high school, and the argument had started from nothing much. It was bad enough that it ended their relationship. Something inside her had turned cold. They were not able to resolve issues and communicate with one another.

This was a better-known Italian restaurants in New York. You can always find a decent Italian restaurant in the city or Long Island. It had been in business since the late seventies, and, although its cuisine was hardly creative, its high reputation was fully justified. It had many common customers, and they invited family and friends. The dining room had a calm, relaxed atmosphere without a hint of pushiness. It catered to adults during the day and young people later at night. Young people enjoyed a slice of pizza after a night of partying.

The two full-time waiters worked six days a week. She and the other part-time waitress were NYU students who took turns working part-time each. In addition, there was one floor manager and, at the register, a mature woman who supposedly had been there since the restaurant opened— most likely related to the owners. She had exactly two roles: to use the cash register for the payers and to answer the phone for pickups and deliveries.