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Carol hadn’t wanted anything to do with her old man’s business. Taking care of an apartment complex is no easy feat. Sure, it kept money in her pocket, but most of that money went right back into broken appliances. When it wasn’t the washing machine, it was the drier. When it wasn’t the drier, it was the sink. When it wasn’t the sink, it was the toilet. Carol had to keep a list of every messed-up machine in the complex.And that wasn’t even mentioning the worst part: the tenants. Mrs. Donald’s had five cats that scratched up the furniture and got their hair everywhere. The Linn family had four ...
Unexposed
Scott was tired but it felt good. He’d spent the last 4 hours cleaning out the oversized desk that had taken his dad 50 plus years to fill. Most of what he’d found was now sitting in 4 cardboard boxes to be destroyed. The rest was in the one box he was planning to take home. He had found an old Monte Blanc pen and a few replacement cartridges in the top drawer. He’d ask his Mom but he was pretty sure she’d tell him to keep it. Randy and Sue wouldn’t have any interest in it anyway.He took the last couple files from the bottom drawer and gave them a quick scan. They held a few years worth of old...
Different Is Good
I’d missed the last bus home from the club. I saw him in the park. It was very dark and frankly I felt a little scared. One minute the person was not that far away and the next whoever it was seemed to www.onedoor.ccdisappear. It was as if they felt me watching so scurried off – they were carrying something too. The only weapon I had to protect myself, if needed was my saxophone. Housed in its black case I gripped the handle tightly. I felt very protective towards this sax, because number one I needed it for my club nights and number two, it had cost me a lot of money! It was hard to see very far in fron...
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JURY SERVICEJuror Number 8 had no idea why the marshals were rushing her towards the elevators, hardly giving her enough time to gather her belongings. The Judge had admonished her not to speak to the other jurors while she went back in the jury room, but still, there was a marshal standing in the doorway watching her every move. "I guess they do this with everyone," thought Juror 8, as she reached for her jacket and purse, flashing a quick grin to the other jurors.She'd had a vague feeling that she might be in trouble, but the worst that had happene...