Art Thou Romeo?_A Perfect Lie_3 cherries_No Mountain to High
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Art Thou Romeo?
“Where’s Juliet?”“Ricardo, we told you, she’s not coming to Tuesday rehearsals, she has dance class.”“How is she going to keep up?”The Director bit his tongue. Benvolio laughed from offstage. Mercutio laughed from the front row, leaning back, and looking around for othwww.onedoor.ccers to laugh with him. The Producer and the wardrobe lady were shaking hands and talking to someone at the back of the seats where the Director’s table was. The Director came down, and stepped up onto the rehearsal stage, and took Ricardo aside. “Ricardo, she has theatre experience, she knows what she needs to do. Everyone he...
A Perfect Lie
She’s there. She’s always bloody there. In the driveway, with her white hotpants and pink oversized tee sloping off one shoulder at a jaunty angle.I slow to a jog and wipe my forehead. My face is hot. Probably red. And blotchy. Running doesn’t agree with me.I avoid eye contact as I turn into my driveway. She’s standing by the roses, secateurs primed, deciding which beauty she’ll castrate from the bush.Their garden is all straight edges and manicured lawns. Roses and dainty flowers jostle for space in the crisp flowerbeds. All pink and perfect. My stomach twists and I cough at the sour taste in...
3 cherries
The little pictures of food began to swim as Amber stared intently at the oversized menu, coming to grips with the possibility that the worst had happened…her date had stood her up. She refocused her eyes on the familiar options just to maintain the pretense of calm. She had no need to look at the menu. Since her New Year’s resolution to find a spouse by the end of the calendar year, she had eaten nearly everything on it and knew exactly what she planned to order. This hadn’t always been her first date testing ground. At the start of this quest, she had ventured to numerous other more interest...
No Mountain to High
She turned around to take a final look at the place she had called home for the past six months. Her new found friends were all standing waving their goodbye’s. She had done all the hugging earlier. Tears had flowed and promises of ‘keeping in touch’ were said to her. Marni knew there was just one person she would keep in touch with – Jacki had taken her under her wing from the beginning and was a kind and caring friend. The others meant well but she knew in her heart that a lot of them would be back at Mincham House within a few months of leaving. ‘Not me” she thought to herself picking up he...