Broken Heart_The Deadly Debate_One Million Eyelashes_The Elephant necklace
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Broken Heart
“No,” a woman cried as she woke up. She looked around and saw that she was safe in her room. She stood up and saw that everything was in its place. The bed was in the middle of the room, and the tv was and the foot of the bed next to the wall. The woman's name was Autumn, and she had two children, a boy named Asher and a girl named Grace. The kids were staying with her mother, Ethel. Autumn could not sleep, so she drove out of town to an old house in the middle of the night. The house had been untouched for about a year. The sky was dark, and the rumple of the truck silenced the crickets chirp...
The Deadly Debate
I keep telling myself, “Please, don’t do it,” but I find my voice falling on deaf ears. What’s so bad about suicide? People kill themselves every day, so why shouldn’t I? I have a happy life. A home, a lovely wife, two children, and financially well off. It’s the American dream come true. Why shouldn’t I be living it? Who am I trying to kid? I may have all that, but what does it really matter? That’s all the American Dream is. A dream. What’s real is I’m not happy and I haven’t been for several years. My thoughts about suicide aren’t spontaneous or even a secret. On occasion, I would tell my ...
One Million Eyelashes
Trigger warning: illness, deathOne Million EyelashesOnce my brother found an eyelash stuck to the inside of his glasses. Mum told him he should make a wish, so he scrunched up his face and blew it off his finger, eyes tightly shut in concentration and belief. He wouldn’t tell anyone his wish. When we asked, he mimed zipping his mouth shut fwww.onedoor.ccrom one side to the other with the self-satisfied look of someone trusted with a great responsibility. We got a puppy that Christmas, Belle. Arron held her close and whispered to me, “It’s a good thing I didn’t tell you my wish.”We took Belle to the beach on...
The Elephant necklace
John looked up from his work bench, the window to his right giving him a view into his kitchen across the narrow concrete pathway separating his workshop and the house. Jackie was indicating to him that supper was ready by making an eating motion with her hands. He smiled at her, nodding acknowledgement. He switched off his drill press at the wall of plugs and closed the large sliding window above the bench. He had planned his workbench to give him a panoramic vista of the countryside, the rolling verdant hills made way for a green fertile valley with a meandering stream where he would often...