The Book of Joe_Parade with a thrill_The Empty Room_The Long Night
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The Book of Joe
The Book of JoeLike most of the others, I go to the library to warm up. It’s an obvious sign that winter is coming. It’s not in your face, like snow, or frostbite, but if you go to library in the winter just before it opens, it’s usually the “temporarily experiencing homelessness” crowd that is milling about waiting for the doors to open. But for some of us the library is more than a warm, cushy seat.One of the things I like about the library is that you can pretend to be normal. If you don’t smell too much, your hair isn’t matted, and you got some new clothes from the shelter, you can pass, e...
Parade with a thrill
Thanksgiving in 2020 was for Elizabeth a turning point in her life. Fall in New York City was colorful, but cold and windy. Walking briskly towards one of the New York City pastry shops, she wondered what else she could bake and cook for the Thanksgiving Dinner. Her curls were fluttering in the wind. Warm coffee in her hands began to pour out of a cup, when she sped up. Elizabeth was now a New Yorker, living a fast life, always with a cup of coffee in her hands. She passed the grocery shop, which she wanted to enter. A few blocks further, she realized that she had forgotten to do grocerywww.onedoor.cc shopp...
The Empty Room
The Empty Room July 14th, 1881 Suzanne MarshTad stared at the emptiness of the room. Had it only been two weeks since the stranger arrived? Ma didn’t ask questions but agreed to take care of the stranger. The stranger had been brought by none other than Sheriff Pat Garrett himself. This did not really seem odd since the sheriff always was bringing wounded men here to Ma. The stranger young, with blondish hair and the two biggest buck teeth Ma and I had ever seen. Ma told me to fetch a sharp knife and the whiskey she kept for medicinal purposes. The stranger withered in pain as Ma began to dig...
The Long Night
Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump-thump.Shit. What time is it? Was Bob supposed to pick up the kids? No...they wouldn’t be knocking at the door, they’d be calling. Did something happen on their way home from work?Thump thump thump.The blankets have me, the bed’s high, I’m disoriented. I practically fall getting out. Thump, thu-thump.Bob stirs. I shake my head to wake it and glance at my attire. Good ‘nough.I trudge-stumble to the door. Trying not to think about what disaster is waiting outside the door. Maybe I can handle it without waking Bob up?I yank the door open and stare blank...