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BAND OF BROTHER’S, ‘THE O’BRIEN’S’ By Professor Alan Dale Dickinson(Copyrighted)CHARLES WARNER Kennedy “Charlie” O’Brien, was an FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) Director for the Western Region. And his office was in downtown L.A. (Los Angeles), California. It was located at the corner of 3rd. and Hope Streets, on top of ‘Bunker Hill,’ in the heart of the Financial District of the, “City of the Angels.” His office was on the 30th floor of the 55 Story sky high office complex.And on a clear day, you could see forever. Remember that old song? However, on a ‘smoggy’ day, not quite that far....
First Night at the Hall
She had told Mindy in the office her only wish was never to cross paths with me again, but surely she didn’t mean it. The Carla I knew couldn’t be this spiteful. There were many good memories, too many of them to discard: halls filled with concertgoers for whom we played in solidarity; cocktail-fueled afterparties where we laughed on and on; vibrant discussions that revolved around the most brilliant composers, our opinions always perfectly aligned. I refused to believe it, and so I drove on and on in the rain, like a stalker, searching for her apartment complex.It was in the heart of Brooklyn...
Not Today, Not Tomorrow, But Someday
“Write a story where a particular piece of clothing appears three times”.Every day of the week except for Monday was a day I could feel happy about. I don’t know what I ever did to Friday to deserve it, after that I started hating it. It was a Friday that she called me. I remembered her hyperventilating, she couldn’t say it so she had to get a nurse to do it.Then the nurse said quietly, in a whisper, “Hello, this a nurse from Krópavogur Hospital. I am very sorry for you to hear this-”, she paused for a while and I’d like to thank her for that. That moment of peace, I knew it had something to d...
Caught Pink-Handed
As Vicky towel-dried her hair in the swimming pool changing room, she stole a few surreptitious glances at her neighbour Sally. Suddenly, she felt horribly self-conscious in her high-waisted white pants and shapeless triangle bra, which didn’t even match; when had she stopped caring? Vicky was wearing underwear, but Sally – Sally was wearing lingerie. The hot-pink, fine-mesh thong lay snug against Sally’s tanned skin, the stringy part at the back disappearing between her pert, peachy buttocks. As Vicky rummaged in her locker for her clothes, she couldn’t help stealing another glimpse of Sally...
