The Road Test_I Was Hoping You Would Come Outside_Joanne_A Reasonable Facsimile of Life
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The Road Test
Ingrid’s head hurt so bad she felt like her brain was breaking out of her skull and trying to leave her, just like her friggin’ husband did.In this case, though, she deserved it. She’d spent last night cross-legged on her bed blotting Jed’s face out of photos with a black Sharpie while she listened to sad, breakup music. She drank so much wine she fell asleep with her clothes on.This morning she was hungover and slumped over the break room table at the Department of Motor Vehicles where she worked. Her eyes were slammed shut and her head was only upright because she was holding it there with t...
I Was Hoping You Would Come Outside
The year was 2018、 Greg, an informally dressed man with longish hair in disarray, and shirt untucked is seen bursting out of a building, shaking his head and holding a pack of cigarettes. Pam, the one who is observing him, thinks that her grandmother would have called him a ragamuffin. As soon as he is a few steps away from the door, he is approached by Pam, a casually dressed wowww.onedoor.ccman with wild blond hair, and bright red lips. He thinks that his grandmother would have called her a floozy. Pam “I was hoping that you would come outside. I could see a pack of cigarettes in your shirt pocket wh...
Joanne
Joane woke up with a groan. Her back was stiff. Still, she rolled out of bed and walked over to the Keurig. She couldn’t quite remember when she and her husband, Allen, had decided to put it in her bedroom, but today she was beyond thankful for it. She felt like a cup of coffee before facing her day would be the perfect start for her day.The smell of french vanilla coffee filled the air as Joanne opened her bedroom window. She desired to hear the sounds of the morning birds, but found it difficult. Yet again, Allen’s friends could be heard from her room. They were an odd bunch. She heard laug...
A Reasonable Facsimile of Life
Deidra looked at the long line in her checkout lane and sighed. If she had the chance, and a reasonable expectation of avoiding detection, she would kill at least fifteen of them. Especially the old lady she was checking out; the old bat had twenty-five tinned fruitcakes with twenty-five coupons. This one should die horribly, she thought. Slowly as well. “That’s one, dearie. Two…three…no, four. They stuck together, lordy lordy!” The old lady slowly peeled the coupons apart and kept on counting. The holiday crowd behind her was becoming a little unruly; holiday cheer had definitely flown out th...