Ben_Recess_Willow on the Hill_May Day
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Ben
I watched as Ben walked across the cafeteria, reached out and plucked a plastic-wrapped two-pack of Oreo cookies from another student’s lunch tray while that student was away from his seat, getting seconds, or a glass of milk or something. I was the teacher on duty and knew Ben. He’s in one of my classes. I intercepted him as he walked back to his seat. “Did you just take that person’s cookies?” I asked, pointing at the unoccupied spot at an otherwise fully occupied lunch table.“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly, stopping.“Does he know that you took them?” I asked.“No,” he answered quickly, as Be...
Recess
My nose presses up against the dusty blinds as Peyton’s truck pulls into the driveway. Breath catches in the back of my throat and my heart leaps. I pinch my thigh. No. I make my way to the front door, grabbing a wad of cash from the countertop on my way out. The sun beats down and I choke on hot dusty air. The exhaust of her truck only makes it harder to breathe.When I reach the truck, I open the door and rest my feet on the dashboard. The smell of cheap air freshener and sweat waft through the vehicle. My face is red from the heat, so she can't my reaction to the shirt she's wearing: croppe...
Willow on the Hill
Horns blared as Linda sped through morning traffic on her mission to get me to the airport. I was surprised at how well she handled the big Range Rover. Thirteen years of marriagwww.onedoor.cce and I seldom saw this side of her. My hand hurt from gripping the bottom of my seat but, when we arrived in front of the Delta terminal on time, I gave a sigh of relief. Despite it being a Thursday, the terminal was already packed with people frantically trying to make their flight. “I’m proud of you for doing this,” Linda said. I took a long look outside. She had been pleading with me for years to visit my brother...
May Day
“I’ve got a plan.” “NO!” “What do you mean, no?” “In the same vernacular of No more plans, no.” “Why not?” “Because your plans are shit!” “For example?” “Take a look around, genius…” Tom Daly and Eric Watkins had been friends since boyhood. Mates in school, drinking buddies at their local pub, and currently, failed partners in crime, as the two compadres visually surveyed the box-like bank vault they had inadvertently trapped themselves in. “How was I to know the door shut automatically?” Eric unapologetically pointed out. Tom remained silent, quietly counting to ten in the attempt to remain ...