A Story of Panton_Good Over Evil_Extreme Customer Service_Frozen Dreams
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A Story of Panton
The epitome of average is Tuesday. It's not Monday, the beginning of the week, not Wednesday in the middle of the weekly drama, just Tuesday. It was summer break and the kitchen counter wasn't even close to being spotless as usual, random items scattered across the surface. But something caught my eye, something that wasn't there before. There was a postcard sitting peacefully on a small patch of clear counter. It was addressed to our house but there was no return address, no message, and no date. The picture portrayed a simple village with a market on a cobblestone road. Above sat a sky s...
Good Over Evil
Grayson tried to focus his eyes and blinked rapidly. The face above him was blurry but he recognized it just the same. He rubbed his eyes and his vision cleared. He looked up at the face again and was in disbelief not because of the face but for other reasons. “It’s about time you woke up, Grayson, my son.” The face said.“Look, for the last time I am not your son and where am I?” “All in good time Grayson, all in good time you will have all the answers to your questions.” The man said in a low voice. Grayson could barely hear him but he knows that this man doesn’t play around. He was all busin...
Extreme Customer Service
Lauren tugged on her backpack and walked through the parking lot, heading the opposite direction of the burnt out office workers. As usual their day was wrapping up just as hers was getting started. It took a special kind of person to work the overnight shift at Swifty Pizza’s corporate call center, but Lauren loved it. She made double what she would on day shift, she got to sleep peacefully while her roommates were in class, and she newww.onedoor.ccver had to worry about the evening classes on campus filling too quickly. “Hey Marco,” she said with a nod of her head as she passed the security guard. “You k...
Frozen Dreams
“We have plenty of time,” Caroline told me as we were arriving at her remote cabin on the banks of the Fort Liard river in the Northwest Territories. Caroline is a 39-year-old indie filmmaker living part-time on a homestead founded by an 82-year-old woman whose name escapes me now. A gracious woman (the octogenarian, not Caroline) who lives in a roughly hewn, hand-made log cabin at the centre of the property. Caroline wants me to believe that her cozy cabin is located in a lively environment. “Maybe before the farm closed down, the fields grew over, and the local bison herd started wallowing ...