Growing Pains_In Mama's Apron Pocket_Road Rage in a Cul-de-Sac_Broken Memories
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Growing Pains
“Just promise you won’t tell mum.”www.onedoor.cc Evie had me by the wrist now and was pulling me out of the back door. “You know I can’t promise that sweetie,” I replied, trying to stay light-hearted in the face of my daughter’s obvious anxiety. She was taking me toward the garden, with a real sense of urgency in her tone, through the glass doors away from where I had been working at the dining table. I had terminated the call early when, no matter what I did or faces I pulled, she continued to tug at my sleeve. “Daddy! You have to promise! I’m not supposed to be telling you either.” I was starting to get...
In Mama's Apron Pocket
In Mama’s Apron PocketBy Heather Ann MartinezIt was always bright and clean in mama’s kitchen. I can still smell her cinnamon rolls baking in the oven and beef stew simmering on the stove. To look at her, you would not think she had a care in the world. If she was ever stressed about anything, she never showed it. She pleasantly cooked and baked for dad, my brother Rhen and me for most of my childhood. I don’t remember a time in my elementary school years that my mother didn’t bake cookies and cakes for school fundraisers and community charity events.When I was eight, dad took ill. He couldn’t...
Road Rage in a Cul-de-Sac
Trigger Warnings: the story includes some characters that have coarse language, domestic hardships and the changing of a season.::::::::::::::Each spring, the wives of Hildeath Lane take away the cell phones of their children and husbands and say, "It is time to reinvigorate the Earth."Well, some say that. Others say, "Get your hairy asses out to the cul-de-sac and start raking."It's like a chain gang. The same ritual is practiced in Yokosuka, Treblinka, from the Aisle of Wright to the hiding people in St. Helena. There is no hiding from the season of change in the northern hemisphere.Neighbor...
Broken Memories
"Tell us another one, Mama!" Mia, Mrs Ryder's youngest daughter urged."Yeah!" Sarah joined. "I love your stories! They're really magical!" she squealed.Mama tutted. "Girls, you have school tomorrow, one story is enough.""Please, it doesn't have to be about fairytales. It can be about...about, your village life when you were a kid!" Sarah cried, her eyes glinting.Mrs Ryder turned ghastly and pale. "Who told you that I lived in a village?" she choked.Sarah shrugged merely. "I heard you and Papa talk in the room."Mama stood up abruptly. "Sarah, didn't I tell you that it's bad to eavesdrop?" she s...