Broken_Thanks-for-giving_My Last Day at Timber Lake Camp_All That Money
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Broken
BrokenAt last, I had found it. My quest had been to find a working telephone, so I could call my best friend Tony and try to tell him about all of the strange shit that had been happening in the last few hours. My cell phone was fully charged, but I couldn't get a signal no matter what I tried. Now I had found a phone kiosk, and it was empty, so I dialed Tony's number and impatiently waited for him to pick it up. After what seemed like an age, he answered, and I heard his sweet tones over the whine of the long-distance call. We had been friends forever, and lovers too when whatever chick he wa...
Thanks-for-giving
“Thanks a lot”, as I quickly push forward the platter of slippery-squirrel pot pie. It's a family tradition and, of course, Auntie K had to force seconds and thirds down our throats. I massage my temples - and then - search for my cigarettes. I can hear dad smacking - he has the ability to chew with half his mouth open - without letting any food tumble from it - a real “Ripley’s believe it or not” talent. Popping a dart into my mouth, I slowly ease away from the table. “Must have eaten half my body weight” I quietly mutter. Our eyes lock - and as she beams me a disapproving look. Mothers are ...
My Last Day at Timber Lake Camp
I can feel my heart jump and sink when I look back on this day July 21, 1951, when I was 14 years old.Her name was Francine, and she was the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on. We met at Timber Lake Camp in upstate NY. She was a late arrival to our campground. She wore a stunning light green sundress that made her striking blue eyes shine like diamonds.I knew the moment I saw her glide across the grass at the camp I was smitten. But I wasn’t the only onwww.onedoor.cce who took notice as Jimmy Lorenzo stopped in his tracks to gawk at her. As quick as she came into our line of sight she was gone just...
All That Money
I’ve robbed a millionaire before but never a billionaire.My apartment has several perks. It’s rent-controlled, therefore cheap. The views of the city are breath-taking. The balcony has space for my aviary. It can see three ATMs directly through my telescope, all of which are far enough away that I can avoid suspicion.This morning I saw a man in a fine suit at the ATM outside the bank four blocks away. My pigeons were waiting atop lampposts nearby ready to get to work when I knew the guy’s pin. Out of his pocket came an expensive looking leather wallet, not pleather, probably Italian because I’...