Behind the Pine Door_Burning Desire_Oh, Brother...._Merl and the Mothman
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Behind the Pine Door
BEHIND THE PINE DOORI’d always liked Virginia – Ginny, as she preferred to be called. We weren’t the sort of neighbours who were constantly in and out of each others’ houses. We needed our own space and respected each others’ privacy. But she was a comfortable and considerate neighbour, and I liked to think she thought the same about me. I knew she thought my garden was messy, and I wasn’t too keen on her excess of decking, but it never turned into an issue. At Christmas she had a beautifully decorated real tree and I had a haphazardly adorned purple plastic one. She was always fully dressed a...
Burning Desire
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Life in Texas has changed me from the woman I once was. Clearing brush involves eliminating leaves, so Mike burns them late every spring, when seasonal rain means the fire won't spread. This year he's off chasing someone on ranger business, so our nine-years-old son, Cecil, must take the part of a man."You're doing wonderfullwww.onedoor.ccy, Cece." He grins at the complement. With school out for the summer, we are both at loose ends, though I am still weeping for a daughter, little Gloria, who died in February from chickenpox. Gloria's hair was the sam...
Oh, Brother....
The sun peered out from its hidden nest and stretched itself widely across the sky. It was one of those enchanted summer mornings where no one could picture anything going wrong. Birds chirped merrily as they soared through the sky, spreading joy wherever they flew by. People from all walks of life, exchanged looks of glee as they got ready for another day of life.Everybody genuinely seemed grateful, everybody except Lyon.“Ugh…why did the sun have to rise AGAIN?, Another day at a boring absolutely uninteresting workplace.. yay!.”, he sneered sarcastically as he stuffed himself with buttered to...
Merl and the Mothman
TW: Swearing, guns, monsters.Rain hammered down on Esme’s night black Lamborghini Diablo. “First stop is the woman who gave the interview to the news,” said Merl. He sat in the passenger seat, polishing his favourite revolver. “Are you sure she’s not just a nut job?” Esmerelda asked. “If she wasn’t, she probably is now. That don’t mean mothmen aren’t real. First spotted in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. That was back in ’66、 Since then, they’ve been seen before disasters all over the world.” His words were a whiskey-soaked drawl. Merl’s grizzled hand spun the c...