Amelia Egghart_Life is too short_Aunt Clara_That Darn E-mail
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Amelia Egghart
The promise of a storm hung hot and heavy over Yavapai county in Northern Arizona. Being mid-August, they were well into monsoon season. Locals knew to take care of their outdoor activities in the morning, and to seek shelter for the couple of hours that rain, lightening and thunder took center stage. Those in the know would finish their hikes by noon, shaking their heads at the shiny tourists bounding out onto trails that within an hour could be buried under flash flood waters, or illuminated with a light show that made the Disney parade look like a candle-light vigil. Over in Skull Valley, d...
Life is too short
Anesu was busy in the kitchen, concentrating on putting the last-minute touches to the lunch on the patio when the back door was flung open, letting in a warm gust of air. Her two boys rushed in and charged upstairs like a herd of elephants and, in fits of gigwww.onedoor.ccgles, tugged each other's shirts as they raced into their bedroom."Can you please make less noise! I'm stressed as it is!""Sorry, Mum. We’re going to get ready for Grandma's visit!"Anesu hadn't seen her for a week after their tense phone call when her mother had been snappy and sounding distracted. It had never been like that before. Th...
Aunt Clara
“What’s this?” I pick up a piece of paper from the dusty floor. No, this is not a paper. It’s a photograph!I squint my eyes as I look at the faded picture, and I recognize the face of Aunt Clara. She looks younger than the last time I saw her, and she’s holding hands with a man. A man?This is a first. Aunt Clara was always single. She did not like or love anyone – at least that’s what I know. Hmm, perhaps this man is family… I squint my eyes again, the dust in the room is making my eyes water, but I can make out the features of the man in the picture.He has large, doe-like eyes. He can’t be Un...
That Darn E-mail
I always look forward to Mondays. I enjoy it, unlike many of my co-workers, who dreaded Mondays and they had no problems voicing it. Today was no ordinary Monday though, it felt a little off. Before I continued to do anything else, I checked my email. To my surprise, the very first email entry was from my long-lost cousin, Drake. I was very surprised that he didn’t send it to my personal email instead.Apparently, he was down on his luck and had been for a while. He speaks about the clever idea he came up with to rob the bank directly across from his home. He's telling me all this in an email. ...