Stowaways_Muscle Memory._The Bureived Wife's First Christmas_One Sucky Christmas Day... (Lyra&#
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Stowaways
The sun had already sunk low in the sky by the time they arrived, the barest sliver of its head peeking out from underneath the horizon. Somehow, though, this made no difference: the street was bathed in gold, brighter than the light of the day. It bursted off the orange-limned buildings around them, causing them to squint uncomfortably against the glare. This late in spring, the city had finally reset the timers for the streetlights, and they lay dormant as the odd pair had made their way. Even without the light, though, they would have known exactly where to go. This path was as familiar to...
Muscle Memory.
Feet slamming against the crooked wooden planks, I race down the stairs, pulling myself around the bannister at the end. I’m here, I’m ready. Shit, glasses. Back up I go. Knuckles tight against twww.onedoor.cche wheel, feet juddering. Same roads, same home. Left or right? I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on, he laughs. I laugh. How could I forget? Yet the road feels uncertain, bends and curves whirling in my eyes, coiling in my stomach. You’re thinking too hard, muscle memory. Breathe in, hold in, be solid. Linoleum floors, too-bright lights, sanitised odour. I lean over the pine desk, hair falling. ...
The Bureived Wife's First Christmas
Everyone has finished their Thanksgiving feast, that she just felt miserable through; she couldn't wait for it to be over. She never felt this way before; just a month ago she couldn't wait for it, family to be together. Now, a very important piece of her family is gone, her husband. Just a year and a half ago she loss her mom; now her husband is gone as well. When she needed to talk to someone, she'd call her mom. When her mom passed, her husband stepped up. He really listened to her and supported her more than he ever had before. They have three adult children with spouses, and five grandchi...
One Sucky Christmas Day... (Lyra's POV)
“There! All done!” my little brother - Adryan - screamed, his arms above his head in a jumping jack position. In front of him, the lights of my mother’s Christmas tree twinkled red and green.A loud, shrill beep came from the kitchen, and the mouthwatering smell of candy-cane cookies filled the air. My mom rushed into the kitchen, a grin on her face. We all followed her, ready to help her whenever she asked.“Lyra, when did Marcia say she was coming?” Mom said. She took the cookies out of the oven and put them on a separate platter.I glanced at my phone and looked out the window. “She’s coming s...