Emma's Best Nightmare_The Hawk_The Better Clock_Mermaid in the Mirror
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Emma's Best Nightmare
Petunia Mae (Emma) Johnson was exhausted from yet another day of police interviews (a weekly event, now), trying to determine what had become of her only child, her son, Ryan, who had simply vanished from the care of his babysitter on Good Friday, April 2nd, at 2:47 pm, at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Good Counsel, just five blocks away from the house. Their devoutly Catholic Filipina babysitter had taken him with her to their Good Friday service, hoping to transmit something of her faith to the boy. Emma didn’t mind this - she had no religious preferences of her own, but admired the simple mo...
The Hawk
On the day Queen Roseanna gave birth to her first child, she asked Avelina, one of her ladies in waiting, to go to bedroom’s balcony.“What kind of bird perches on my bird feeder?” she asked her. She hoped for her favorite bird, which she thought most like herself, with bright orange and yellow like her royal robes and black plumage the same as her long, shiny ebony hair. If so, she would call her infant daughter, Oriole.Avelina stood at the window for a while but said nothing.“Well? What do you see?”“Only a common house sparrow, my queen.”Roseanna sighed. Well, after all the child was not a bo...
The Better Clock
Rick woke up, ready to get to class, but saw that his clock had stopped. The batteries had died.He found some spare batteries but had to fight the clock’s battery compartment door to get it open. He chided himself for not spending the extra five dollars for the other clock that had a plug-in cord. “Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap,” he told himself.After hwww.onedoor.cce got the battery door open, he still had to fidget to remove the old batteries and put in the new ones. His mind wandered and he thought, “Maybe the clock is fine and the real problem is that time has stopped.” He laughed at h...
Mermaid in the Mirror
Michael London was changing the message on his phone when he noticed something off-kilter in the nearby bookcase. It was the Indian Gupta terracotta head. He had recently moved it to make room for a pair of Chippendale dining room urns. The 5th-century terracotta head disturbingly had been knocked loose from its wooden base, with a hairline fracture above one of the almond-shaped eyes. He could see a large chip off its aquiline nose as well. Michael realized he must have caused the damage when moving it. Just as he was about to search the floor for the missing chip, he could hear a familiar...