The Price of Progress_The Seer and the Scarf_The Sudden Outpatient_WINNIE IN THE GARDEN
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The Price of Progress
*Author’s Note: “The Price of Progress” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters/events.*The campfire spat and backfired, as it worked at keeping the pot of stew warm. Dinner had been ready for twenty-minutes, and Guy was anxious to eat.“Surely he won’t be much longer,” Guy said.“We’ll eat, together, when my Dad comes back,” I said, watching the path that led to our camp. It was more of a clearing than a path – a break in the trees we’d camped among for extra cover, and protection.“Fine.” Guy pointed at me with his ladle to p...
The Seer and the Scarf
Sometimes Sibyl likes to read her own fortune. It’s one of the perks of the trade. Her tiny shop is not yet open, the velvet curtain still drawn. Still, the sunlight finds the holes and paints streaks of gold along her floor. Alone, she pulls out the orb and places it gently on a stand centered on the table. The beads underneath jangle as she adjusts herself and places her palms over the surface of the orb. The orb begins to glow, its silver light pushing the gold of the morning sun to the corners of the room. Sibyl closes her eyes, readying herself to see. When she looks again, a familiar sha...
The Sudden Outpatient
The night was drenched in absolute obwww.onedoor.ccsidian. Complete paralyzing darkness.I was unable to make out whether I had my eyes open or not. Was my eyes shut in fear, barricading any intervening speck of light or was I staring obscure charcoal darkness in the eye? The urgency coursed through my body, the sinister fear crawling up my spine like an unhurried snail, making me blindly thrash in front to the corridor of darkness while crawling on all four. My ears perk up at a sound, someone banging the front door to splinters and instantly I know that it is my cue to escape from the hands of my execution...
WINNIE IN THE GARDEN
WINNIE IN THE GARDEN I care a lot about ( of) my garden. I spend hours there every day, not only to water the flowers and the plants, not only to check the ground where they are. In short , not only to take care of the flowers and the plants, but also to be in their company, that they are a great comfort to me. There are the most beautiful roses of the whole city, in my garden. Yes, the Almond roses, a species that was obtained in Japan. They, the Almond roses in my garden, are really a wonder, an enchantment, a sunshine ,with their large petals, with delicately ruffled edges, of the color ...