Whiskey_Leaving_Ragdoll_The Tin Box Grave
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Whiskey
The old man opened the door to his study and sitting at his mahogany desk was a young man who hastened to close its right hand drawer. Their eyes locked on each other. "Why are you in my study," said the old man. "you should be asleep." "I wanted to write a letter before bed Sir," came the young mans hoarse reply. "In the dark?" "The light of the fire helps me to think," he answered, pointing to the large brick fire place. He ignored the young man's finger. The burning wood crackled softly as the old man hobbled, his cane jabbing into the creaking floor, towards a plush lea...
Leaving
The sky had turned pink as the sun rose ever so slightly above the horizon. There was a chill in the air; Darren was glad to have thought to put on his black hoodie. He carried another cardboard box carefully out the front door. He left the door open, to avoid the creak that the hinges always made when it opened or closed. Darren was sneaking out.Almost all of his stuff was crammed into his rusty, blue Ford Taurus station wagon. He had filled up the back already, and most of the back seat too. He checked the time on his watch. “Damn,” he said, “gotta hurry.”And he did hurry. He hurried past t...
Ragdoll
1915 “Magda, they are going to kill me.” “Mario ssh, Agata will hear you.” Magda stopped her husband before he could stutter another word. She continued buttoning his thick gray uniform and licked the rare salty tear that had glided on her upper lip. Agata was indeed eavesdropping from the narrow and misty corridor that led downstairs. It was 1915, she was six years old and her papà was going to war. War. In the words of adults, war sounded like a tropical place, yet she knew that her dad wasn’t going faraway. Troops camped outside the village and the front was merely kilometers north. In Th...
The Tin Box Grave
The snow covered everything in our tiny town. My friend and I sat huddled together in the homemade tree house. The oak planks were the only thing that held us from falling. Our big winter coats rubbed on each other. We had the tin box lying in the middle of us. No one wanted to touch it. No one wanted to see it. It had too many memories attached to it. …“Come on Jimmy! Don't be a baby! Lets go!” My lungs shoved out. I was www.onedoor.cctrying to keep my head above the murky water. “Jimmy?!...LETS GO!” Billy shouted beside me. His voice was much louder than me. “If you don't jump soon I will come up ther...