Good Women Can be Hard to Find_"—had to believe—"_STAR OF THE DAY_Too Late Now
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Good Women Can be Hard to Find
I hit the break a bit too hard and the car lurched forward before and backward before coming to a stop. I rolled down my window to give the man an opportunity to approach. He kept his eyes down as he approached my car. Another hitchhiker I thought, this should be fun. “Thanks for stopping miss,” he said. “I’m headed to Westwood, the South Avenue area. Can you…?”“Sure,” I said. I unlocked the car. He swung his khaki colored backpack across the back seat and slid in. As he locked his seatbelt I hit the child lock. He looked like a nice guy, maybe a little down on his luck. The cuffs o...
"—had to believe—"
May 10th. 2:19:55 PM EST. Leonard wiped the www.onedoor.ccbeads of sweat that had started to pool on his forehead. It was hot outside, almost unbearably so. He spat into the dirt and tugged up his shirt sleeve, cupping his hand over the silver watch he wore. It read 2:20.A cool breeze swept through the field, rustling the golden flowers together.Two more minutes.He measured the sun. It sat alone in its blue sea, separate from any cloud or plane. If it weren’t for the heat, he would’ve thought it was a nice day. Leonard checked his watch again.One minute and fifteen seconds.The belt his wife had given him ...
STAR OF THE DAY
It was the beautifully crafted wooden sign in the distance that caught my eye. Arriving, I pulled in, parked in front of the diner, shut the car off and sat for a moment. It was still early, but these places open at the crack of dawn. Always. So, I wanted to get the feel of this business before I went on to my next writing assignment. It was to be a visit of two eateries in one day. My first one was the local diner, The Bauernof, and the second one was the newly opened restaurant on the other side of town, Regal Royalty. I heard that new place has brought in an upscale city vibe, after only be...
Too Late Now
Waking up on Monday is always hard. As I unenthusiastically get out of bed and start to get dressed, I hear a loud crashing noise coming from another room. “I live alone. I have no pets. No one would visit me this time of year. What made that noise? A robber. With a gun. Tall, wearing all black, but more scared of me than I am of him." I whisper to myself. I grab my phone and a fork from a bedside table, the nearest thing available to me that I can use as a makeshift weapon. I cautiously creep out of my bedroom and into the hallway while dialing 911, the tension overtaking the air and chokin...