A Shot in the Dark_For Once_Saltwater and Sandcastles_The Best Match
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A Shot in the Dark
My friends are all gone.Naomi and Leah Baugh.The Nazis took them.And they never came back.One day we were playing marbles on the street with the other kids.The next their apartment was empty.Nobody was inside, I checked.Except for a scrap of lace on Naomi’s bed.Mama gets a scared look on her face when I mention my friends.Papa turns pale.And then they feed me some lebkuchen and put me to bed.They stay up for hours later, though, whispering to themselves.The neighbors down the hall are gone, too.They were nice to me.Mrs. Akkerman once gave me a new pair of boots when mine were worn out.I saw th...
For Once
“Oh, dahling, I’m still in my robe! Let me go and make my face...” Angelique waved her hand as she turned on her heels back indoors, leaving me to hesitate in the entrance hall before coming on through. Without pause for a proper hello. Even in her robe, Angelique was the very picture of feminine perfection. A sky blue silken kimono robe with billowing sleeves, covered in purple and orange blossoms so authentic the honey bees themselves had confused them with the real thing on occasion. Her hair a perfect mop of dark curls and her azure eyes only further exaggerated by the sky blue of the ...
Saltwater and Sandcastles
Walking into the hospital was like back in elementary school, getting called out in front of my whole class and being told to grab a vacant seat and sit next to the teacher’s desk until the end of the day. They all gave me the look, the one where their mouths were slightly down turned and eyebrows creased so close on their forehead, they looked like one long one. I gave them a smile that I hoped conveyed an ‘I’m okay’ and a ‘look away’.I walked to the elevators that were set in a small colorless room but with a large window. The entire parking lot was filled, save for the few handicapped spots...
The Best Match
Jackson leaned in for a kiss. Miranda turned her head, brunette curls swinging, allowing a peck on the cheek, and whispered in Jackson’s ear.“What are you doing? This isn’t a real date. Remember?”Jackson moved his lips to her ear, pretending to give her a little nibble, and whispered back.“We need to make it look real. There are cameras evwww.onedoor.ccerywhere.” The cameras loved them. His short, straight blond hair gave contrasted well with her shoulder-length, curling brunette. Her soft, caramel skin offset the alabaster hue of his. A dark pink scar, stretching across his left eye, and a diamond stud in...