The Nest Egg_Turning the Page_The Thrasher's Spot_My Roots
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The Nest Egg
Doris shouted a perfunctory goodbye as as Jim departed for the golf club that evening. She volunteered at an organization which supported victims of domestic violence and had spent twww.onedoor.cche afternoon at the thrift shop, assigned to unpack and sort donations with a bouncy young lady of her daughter’s age. She was ready to sit down and relax.“Hi, I’m Lily,” the new volunteer had said, proffering her hand. “Nice to meet you. Just tell me what to do and I’ll have at it.”Doris had smiled, enjoying Lily’s self-confidence. It was a stark contrast to her own painful shyness at that age.“Okay, put your glov...
Turning the Page
Leroy, is everything ready to go? I want this thing ready to blow right at the end of my interview”Dan released the button on the radio and turned to this publicist. “A building implosion would make great television, would it not?”“I think it would make amazing television Mr. Irons”, his publicist said as she returned a text on her phone. “For the last time, call me Dan.” The radio beeped and buzzed. “We’re ready to go as soon as you give the order Dan,” A voice said from the radio.“Thank you Leroy.” Dan turned to the other members of his team there at the demolition site. “Alright people! I ...
The Thrasher's Spot
Driving on the I10, with black storm clouds billowing above, made her wonder if this was such a good idea. She had a meet up arranged for 7 am at a gas station off the I10 with some birders. It was barely bright enough to see the exit. When she turned in to the parking lot, she realized with horror that she needed to use the bathroom. The sticky floor, the harsh fluorescent lights and the grime on the door handle left a queasy feeling; like the revulsion she felt that time she had walked at night barefoot where the cat had thrown up. She hurried outside where the birder cars mixed with the con...
My Roots
I didn't want to be here; what was the point, I couldn't even take care of myself, and she wanted me to buy something that needed my attention to survive? At least it wasn't an animal, but the way my friend Mina talked, you would think this was a whole animal. But it wasn't, we were in a plant shop, and I was required to leave with something. I feel overwhelmed with all the options and do not know the difference between different plants. Because of this overwhelmed feeling, I grab the first plant I see and tell Mina that this is what I want. She looks at the name and laughs, saying that I woul...