Remembrance of Things Past_A Lone Angel_The Gumbo incident_The Sleep Serene
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Remembrance of Things Past
AgatheShe struggled with the map, giving her shoulder a good heave forward to keep the strap of her ample handbag from sliding off. The strong breeze certainly wasn’t helping as it grappled with her for possession of the map.She had just managed execute a few folds and wrestle the thing into a small, compliant square when she heard someone speak. She glanced up reluctantly from the now subdued map.In front of her stood a smiling man, probably a little older than her father. He was pleasant looking and appeared to be in his right mind. In her experience, if someone speaks to you unbidden in a b...
A Lone Angel
He stares into her eyes without smiling. When his sturdy gaze doesn’t flinch, she sucks in the air and waits, aware that when they call you to the hospital in the middle of the night, the outlook is poor. The deluge has left her soaked and she allows the drips to pour down her face; a veil to disguise the tears.“Please, Olivia, take a seat,” the doctor says, obviously conversant in the delivery of bad news. “I’m sorry but your father passed away… Would you like to see him?”How she ends up in the waiting room, she doesn’t remember. Nor the moment Katie arrives. She is just there, with an arm ar...
The Gumbo incident
John William-Gracie opted for pork ribs to start. It had to be that Carolina sauce, not the texas stuff. The Texan BBQ was too dry. The rubs tended to be salt and double pepper, classic in a sense, but rudimentary for Gracie’s taste. The sauce almost always on the side with Texans, like it was to sacrilege to pour some sauce over the meat. If they smoked it for hours, baked, and then cremated it on a flame, sure he’d take it. He’d never pass up good BBQ, but he doubted they would spend the time on it to make it just the way he liked it. The bark on the outside, blackened, tasted like charcoal ...
The Sleep Serene
Dublin, 2018His lips pull away from a woman’s cheek,www.onedoor.cc cake-soft with makeup. Her citrus perfume reminds him of his dead mother, of being home. Somehow, deep in his core, he knows this is where he should be. The feeling of security quickly evaporates as he watches the woman turn her back to him as he proceeds to walk backwards out the open front door. He pulls it shut in front of him, pockets the key already in the lock and moonwalks up the steep, gravelled driveway.As he comes out on the footpath of a hilly housing estate, a man moving backwards, but in the opposite direction brushes by and ins...