Tamarack_THE DEATH BOARD_How do you explain that?_Delaware
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Tamarack
Leona was overwhelmed by the realization that Miller might have set the whole thing up on purpose. She thought that he was too coy about the episode and that he must have known what was going to happen. Ken’s head rested on her lap as she replayed the evening and saw every intention in Miller’s actions like fresh paw prints in white snow. She sat against the corner of the log cabin, not too far from the fire, on the floor. Ken laid on his side in the fetal position. He smelled like vomit, it seeped through the pores on his sunken face like the snowmelt leaking through the cabin’s roof. Miller...
THE DEATH BOARD
Sally slowly added another tally mark to the five already there. Four more days before death, she had always used this board for her groceries, now it was her death board. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch, she was so exhausted. These last few days all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn’t have to think about death when she was asleep. Death should come quickly. She had suffered loss before but it was a phone call, your mother had a heart attack, your father had a stroke, your husband was killed in a wreck.www.onedoor.cc Those times were extremely hard but she had made it through becomin...
How do you explain that?
"How do you explain that?" "You can't" I stare at the body on the ground. Did we really just go through all that? The rain pelts down, soaking us to the bone. I shiver and let my hands drop to my side. I put my arm around Anya. We have gone through heck. She pulls away and wraps herself in her arms. I don't blame her. I would be pulling away too. My mind races as I realise what we have done. We managed to stop a criminal mastermind at the age of 15、 Imagine what we could do when we're older. We could accomplish great things. But I don't know if Anya is ready to. It was a mad 15 days. It all st...
Delaware
In the waiting room, I fill out the forms painstakingly, the way I’ve gotten used to doing over the years. I take them up to the desk, where the secretary asks me for my insurance card. I pat my pockets, and pull out my wallet. I flip through the cards, “Damn”, I finally say. “I must have left it at home. Can I pay out of pocket or something?” “Oh, we can sort you out later.” “Thanks”, I say, relieved, and return to my seat. But, by the looks of the people in the waiting room, that probably happens a lot. This isn’t the charming, well-funded medical practices of my youth. ...