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I USED TO KICK DOORS
"I used to kick doors.""What do you mean? Like, you were a cop and used to kick down doors to get into people's flats?""No, just, you know, doors in my house -- the bedroom door, the kitchen."Silence. They both sip at their pints."I would get irritated, furious, really, at small stuff, and would explode into a rage and kick the doors. You can see some of the damage if you go to my place.""It's OK. I get that way sometimes.""You kick doors too?""No. I get aggravated easily. Because of small stuff.""Like what?""Things that don't work, for examplwww.onedoor.cce.""Me too. And what do you do?""I try to fix them....
Jardin d'hiver
This is a sequel to Maybe it's time and Sweeping Sun that you can find on my page.Clotie had rehearsed the call four times already. Now was the time to try - she took a deep breath and dialled the number."Hi, hello, hi. I was calling regarding the receptionist role.""We already have receptionists.""I know, I came for an interview three weeks ago and I haven't heard back from you. I was wondering -""And you're calling only now?" She laughed and hang up.Clotie sat on the misty edge of the fountain. Looking at the palm trees, ivy and ferns that stretched confidently under the glass dome of the co...
Never Told A Lie
Have you ever wanted to just tell the truth but you know you can't because you know will get let off easier if you lie? Well good for you, you’re normal! I, on the other hand, am not normal. No matter how hard I try, I just can not tell a single lie. Not even a half-lie. People normally call me harsh or heartless. I try to tell them the truth but they think I'm lying. Only if they knew the truth. "Alana, are you ready?" my mom asked me. "No mom! You are being very annoying right now!" I respond. At the moment I knew I was in trouble. My mom started coming toward me. "I'm sorry mom! Please g...
Train station
The trains clattered and rattled on rails that had weathered too many rains, seen too many winters. Jeya wrapped her shawl more securely around herself, squinting in the early morning light to make out the time on the station clock. Five to six in the morning. The sun was begrudgingly making its way up from the horizon. Soon its rays would spear the sky like a million soldiers streaking onto a battlefield, and the memory of the night would be lost to the bustle and braying of a busy day.But that moment was yet to come, and the day was still held hostage by the darkness of the night and stormy ...