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Memaw's delusion
One of my most terrifying tasks as a boy was “picking off a switch” for my grandmother. This is the situation in which a rambunctious and nerve-grinding eight-year-old boy, as was I, pushes his caretaker, his “memaw,” past her emotional limits to a point at which she demands to inflict corporal damage upon the child’s backside. I recall scanning both the large and small trees lining the yard, looking for perhaps the flimsiest and least harmful branch that I could pull from the trunk. Notably, memaw would watch my efforts and warn me that if I were to pick a tiny one, she’d come out and pick on...
Dungeons and Kitchens.
*Substances and mild violence/language.It was Halloween in the village and everyone was in high festivities. All but Jordan the head chef at the Ox Tale. Jordan turned on the equipment and tried not think too much about how he would miss the warmth that day.He had just changed a supplier, booked the electrician to fix the dishwasher, had two people quit and hired two people replace them and had put off the paper work for it all.The other chef’s arrived: First Ollie and Lewis, followewww.onedoor.ccd by Josh the new sue chef and Aaron the new kitchen porter. The Chef’s began setting up their stations.“Doing a...
Meet Cute
Beep beep beep. The alarm clock on your bedside table goes off, and your hand shoots out from beneath your mountain of comforters and pillows to smack it into silence. You shoot up in bed, already smiling, and the day begins.Katy Perry’s “Eye of the Tiger” plays as you roll your morning montage. The steps are always the same: hot shower (don’t forget to shampoo your hair into a tall spike and laugh in that carefree way you do), brush teeth and write your morning affirmations in the steam on the mirror (follow it with a kiss that leaves a perfectly lip-shaped outline), spend too much time on ma...
Minor Niggles.....
Kenny tidied his beer belly into his shirt. He smoothed a strand of hair over his baldy bit. Only minor niggles. He sauntered along down to Tinytown. Had the bride arrived? "At last!" thought genial, affable, balding and paunchy Kenny. After a few months of online emails, and with slightly drunken late night phone chats, she had arrived. Instant attraction. The nuptial express train pulled into his small town railway station. His hopes were rising that, at last, Kenny was going to grow old disgracefully. His two ex-wives had taken their toll on him. But he never grew tired of being an optimist...