The Kept Man_Jane's Awakening_A Halloween Miracle_Witches Brew
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The Kept Man
John packed his suitcase carefully, quietly, conscious of every small noise he made.His wife of eighteen years and his two sons sat downstairs. He could hear the TV babbling loudly. Sweat gathered on his brow as he eased around their small bedroom, only packing those clothes that he knew would not be missed.He wanted to give no sign that he was leaving for the last time tonight. He felt pleased at the idea of his wife’s tears at his departure. He was sorry he wouldn’t be around to see that.The past month had blurred in his mind. Things happened so fast.He had met Alice in the pharmacy where he...
Jane's Awakening
It’s the first Monday back at the hospital after Jane’s first vacation at her new job. It’s actually Wednesday, but Jane works shift work and Wednesday starts her workweek. Also, Jane has been at her job for six and a half months, slowly accruing time off. The hospital lights are sterile and uninviting after two weeks in the woods of the Adirondacks.“Good morning, Jane! How was your vacation? You won’t believe the patients we had while you were gone! Have you talked to, Mike, yet?” asked Kristen, Jane’s coworker that is too talkative this early in the morning.“No, I haven’t talked to anyone on...
A Halloween Miracle
“Hi darling.” “Hey, Tori.” “I’m here. Just like we had decided. Our longstanding date night. Today, our youngest left for college.” “You remembered,” I breathed, not caring that she couldn’t hear me. She didn’t even know I was here. And yet, here she was, just like we had agreed the day the twins were born. The night we were going to spend together, a couple of empty nesters, alone at last after twenty-four years with three kids. She carried a picnic basket in one hand and a blanket in the other. She spread the bwww.onedoor.cclanket on the grass and opened the basket. She pulled out a long-stemmed red rose ...
Witches Brew
Kevri and Kyrie Jacobs held tightly to each other’s hands, walking quickly down the slick pavement away from their house. They straightened out their long purple skirts, smoothed out their hair, and then knocked on the tall, looming door of 73rd Mooney Street. The door creaked open by itself slowly, and the girls entered the house, closing the heavy door behind them. They headed from the entrance hall into the living room, where a large group of people that the girls didn’t recognize had been forming for the past few hours. They were followed closely by a strange man and his wife, who were obs...