http://slow.writerscafe.org/MysteryChiquita The original writings of author MysteryChiquita en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776351584 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 More than half the timeI don’t even understand what she’s talking about.I can’t fill in her half-sentences, navigate nuances,skip sarcasm. I stay quiet. And for a few panicked momentsI search for words to say back.“Yes” .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MysteryChiquita/1146175/ Eight minutes leftI’m chomping at the bit.I want to get out of this. I threw up my lunch todayout in the parking lotand I hope no one saw thatmy embarrassment  was taking a ride in my car looking for an escape again.Nervous. Always nervous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MysteryChiquita/1145057/ The nice treasures I remember likelittle diamonds and pinwheels and flowered skirtsdon’t take the place of a father who buried himself in work and worry. But it was enough for me at the time andI held onto whatever he gave me.Even if it was cash. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MysteryChiquita/1145042/ I don’t want to be here.I’ve been saying that a little too often, and I know I don’t really mean it all the time. I love these kids. But there are daysI want to take off this hatShrug off responsibility for more thana little while.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MysteryChiquita/1144902/ You're a husk what were you once? Where's the woman I met years ago? Pierced, tattooed, permanent. A shadow remains - I can barely see her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MysteryChiquita/1144897/ I hatethe font you are printed inBlack and white feelings from months agoyears agoWaiting for me to find it. I feel like the culprit butyou’re the one who published it for me, for all to see, reel,Hurt from. Who the hell is this person?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MysteryChiquita/1144235/