Two Funerals_DRESSING ROOM RIDER_The Human under the Robe_BEWARE: HOME WEAR AND TEAR CAN LEAD TO HAR
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Two Funerals
Part 1: JennaMy sister had always been the strong one. I looked at her next to me in the limo from the corner of my eye, but the truth was that I didn’t need to look at her to know her expression – her face was as familiar to me as my own. Her eyes are brown, like mine, but hers are several shades darker, so dark that sometimes I can’t see her pupils. Right now, her gaze was out the window, not moving, not wanting to look at anyone or anything inside the limo – namely, me. Her hair is mine, too, chestnut brown, but unlike me she’s never dyed her hair or added highlights to it, and right now it...
DRESSING ROOM RIDER
I know I am going to screw this up. I have only been working for Premiere Catering for www.onedoor.cctwo weeks, and now this. I thought wedding catering was nerve-wracking, but backstage catering for a concert is beyond stressful. Marie is acting like this is no big deal, but it’s Ross Haskin! He is only the biggest name in pop music right now! I know she has done a lot of backstage catering, but she could show some excitement. I guess she’s not really the type to get excited about things or show any emotion. I have not seen her smile since I started working here. Maybe because she is the Catering Manager, ...
The Human under the Robe
Pastor Jeff finished getting ready for bed before giving his kids kisses goodnight. He kissed his wife as she sat in bed reading her mystery novel. “Goodnight dear,” “goodnight, sweet dreams. I love you.” “I love you too,” he said while turning over and closing his eyes. It had been a long day for Pastor Jeff. Jeff had to deal with this young couple continuing to live in sin, and he was experiencing writer’s block with his sermon for Sunday. Didn’t take Jeff very long to get into dreamland, and when he got there, he was greeted by God. Jeff wasn’t sure if he was just dreaming or actually dead,...
BEWARE: HOME WEAR AND TEAR CAN LEAD TO HARDWARE.
‘John…’‘John…!’ ‘Jo-o-ohn…!!’ Shoppers in all directions looked around to see who was calling out. What’s wrong with her, they wondered. While at the same time, the source of the increasingly insistent name calling wondered to herself, ‘What’s wrong with him?’ How could her husband not hear? Everyone else in the cavernous hardware store seemed to, judging by their inquisitive glances.John was a dozen paces ahead of Beryl. He continued walking, giving no indication he had heard, but thinking, ‘That woman could raise the dead.’ He scowled as he walked, his expression reflecting dark, menace. ‘Sh...