Phoenix_A Call Interrupted_The Case of the Missing Wife_Cross Country
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Phoenix
The chair beneath Sarah Marino squeaked with age as she lowered herself onto it. In front of her, on the warm wooded second-hand table they had bought at Goodwill, were three plates filled with the warm food she had made.Being lazy and seventeen, she had only learned how to make a few dishes (omelets, spaghetti, stir fry), and so the pile of eggs and broccoli on the plates had already worn her taste buds of any flavor they could possibly have had. Shwww.onedoor.cce was waiting for her father and little brother to come out of their rooms, though she didn't particularly care if her father never came out.Bret...
A Call Interrupted
Two people are talking to each other on their cell phones. They have been doing this for a while now, perhaps half an hour, which is unusually long for them on the phone. They are boyfriend and girlfriend, Jimmy and Sue. Jimmy has been telling Sue how depressed he has been since he went to his high school graduation reunion, the fifteenth such of his class. It was for some of the classic reasons that many people don’t go to such events that his depression had struck him as hard as it did. He had listened to classmates who were happily married with children, of whom there were many pictures st...
The Case of the Missing Wife
Edgar Nikephoros Huntinger had an appointment with Canton Heronly, a director for the Miami Telephone Company at 9:00 on Monday morning. He hummed cheerfully as he dressed. Something causal would be right for this meeting, he thought. He went to his wardrobe and chose a quarter sleeved brown striped beige shirt, and brown slacks. He attached his prosthetic foot, donned his white socks, and laced up his sneakers. After a breakfast of cheese omelet and coffee, he went into his office. He put a recorder into his brown leather shoulder bag and left.He drove his blue Buick through light traffic a...
Cross Country
“And that, class, is why we always wear our protective eyewear!”The class erupted in a round of applause as David Jones, high school science professor, took an impromptu bow. The mangled remains of a class project stood humbly in the deserted front row.After an anti-climactic cleanup, punctuated by the ringing of the final bell, David packed up his briefcase and headed for the door.“Mr. Jones!”David turned to find himself face-to-face with Jason, a bright sophomore who had started out the year quite shy but had, as of late, begun to come out of his shell.“Jason! What can I do for you, son?”“I ...