Better Late than Never_A Moment in the Wall_The Anniversary_A Karoo Farm
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Better Late than Never
Better Late than NeverShe'd had it with her son's calls and excuses. Business meeting this, project due Monday that, anniversary with Sylvie later, fixing the garage door after…If he couldn' take the time to give his poor, frail, elderly mother a hand, then the poor, frail, elderly lady would do the job herself. Start the job, at least.Lucy was done waiting. She put on some tattered working clothes, articles clearly belonging to the good-to-go category, and was about to squat to it when the doorbell temporarily saved her back.For one brief moment, she allowed herself to think, to hope that Bri...
A Moment in the Wall
A Moment in the WallBerlin. It was still hard to believe he was taking her to Berlin. A city she’d always wanted to visit, and around her favorite time of year made it all the better. The weather was windy and cold but Terry never minded it. The sharp bite brought back memories of her as a child, playing for hours in the snowbanks in her neighborhood outside of Chicago. She could hear the sounds of half-frozen snow crunching under her flower-print boots, the wet smack of a packed snowball hitting her in the head, her friends giggling as she shook the powder and ice from her hair then prepared ...
The Anniversary
She knew when the anniversary was approaching. The weather changed in September. The oppressive heat of summer lifted, and the winds swept down from Oklahoma bringing slightly cooler air. Texas didn’t have a very distinct autumn season, but it did have a very definite football season. Jenna hated the start of the school year. While everyone was buying school supplies, Jenna retreated from her friends and family, hiding in her little house on South Park Street.The only thing different about this year was ten years had passed and the invitation sitting on her dining room table sat mocking her. T...
A Karoo Farm
Damn! My car had hit a pothole, and now I am stuck in this hot, dry, and dusty little Karoo town until another tyre to fit my car could be located. I buy a cold drink and find a bench under a bedraggled excuse for a tree. I feel as bedraggled as the tree with me blouse sticking to my body and my hair hanging limply down my neck. As I try vainly to get the sand out of my shoes, I notice an old man who had been intenselywww.onedoor.cc watching me negotiate with the mechanic now limping his way to the bench to sit down beside me. I have no idea why cars can’t be standard; why we can’t have ‘one size fits all’...