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The Proof of Grief
The verdict rang out through the silent courtroom.“Not guilty.”And after that Shannon heard nothing. A gun could’ve gone off next to her and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her mind was reeling. Not guilty?! But… how? In a fugue daze she sought out the young police detective who had liaised with her on the case. There he sat down below, shaking his head, but not looking surprised.Shannon grabbed the rail in front of her and started pulling herself to her feet, before her boyfriend Martin caught her.“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice soft as the breeze amongst the hushed conversations that had started...
BELIEVE
I was there when the attack occurred. I saw everything, though it took a passage of time before I could acknowledge twww.onedoor.cche magic in what happened and what was to follow.Will had just gotten out of his car and was walking toward the front door with his keys out. He looked utterly exhausted. It was the end of another long day of counseling. Will Dyer, my husband, was a psychologist in a busy mental health clinic and, with the holidays coming up, was working overtime nearly every night due to the annual onslaught of depressed and disturbed inpiduals who sought help to hang on to the end of their fra...
A Fire of Unknown Origin
There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke. Vincent van GoghMelissa wondered about herself; any other woman seeing what she was seeing would suspect that her husband was not only crazy, but crazy enough to be instantly committed to the nearest asylum. The husband in question, Hamish White, was sitting in front of a darkened corner in the living room, speaking to a shadow.She didn’t mind this much, except that it was 2:30 in the morning and she needed her sleep. Also, her husband wrote musicals, so she didn’t...
Home Improvement
REBOOTINGLucas, your typical computer programmer/nerd, looked at the blinking lights of the central controller and waited anxiously for the system to reboot. He had spent the last two years building his own home automation system and today was going to be the day everything would be connected to Ellie. He had used his own initials – Lucas Elliot – as inspiration for the name of the A.I. that would control everything.But the name of the system was the least of his concerns at the moment. From the moment the A.I. would come online, it would have access to almost everything in his house. He had...