The Lost_Vultures_2HOT in Arizona_Tea Talk
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The Lost
It was during the middle of summer break when I realized that they weren’t coming back. And by “they,” I’m talking about the Lost. It seemed like a handful of people from each city just went missing all of a sudden. One minute they were doing any normal thing and the next minute, their face is on every newspaper and magazine with “Reward if found…” written above their photos. Nobody knew if these people had anything in common besides being someone close enough for everyone to miss. My girlfriend, Siera, her mom, was among the group, and my manager from the Yard Barn was gone as well. Those wer...
Vultures
I had never been one for big crowds or grand adventures. I preferred to spend my days having a different sort of fun. One that allowed me to explore the world without the fatigue or anxiety that gripped me every time I left my apartment. One that involved me, just me, in my bedroom, alone. Well, not completely alone, I suppose. I had them with me. The princess, the witch, the Arabian knight. The rustle of the pages, the smell of an old, worn library. The characters spoke to me, or rather, I spoke to myself in the way that I imagined they would speawww.onedoor.cck. Reenacting scenes, encounters. The various ...
2HOT in Arizona
The front vanity plate on her vintage red mustang read “2HOT”. She thought it was funny. This was Arizona after all. “You know dear,” Mrs. Tanesky started in, “If you want Bill to propose, you’re going to have to sell that car. Men don’t like to compete. And that car just screams--” “Ooops look at that, I’ve got someplace to be.” Esther Rae rolled her eyes at the nosey neighbor as she wiggled by in her jean mini-skirt and wedge heels. Her faded hemp bag was slung over one shoulder, filled with the essentials. She had on her big sunglasses, the ones she liked for driving and her floppy pink su...
Tea Talk
Tea Talk ~ by Greg GillisPatty’s hand trembled as she poured the steaming Orange Pekoe tea into the two cups that laid upon the counter in front of her. She lifted the two cups by the saucers that they sat on and carried them toward the table in the dining room that sat adjacent to the kitchen. Drops of tea splashed over the edges and onto her fingers, but she dared not expose her pain. She just kept on walking.At the table, sat a gentleman, in his mid-to-late-fifties. His greying hair was combed back neatly, and his clothes were tidy and pressed. He smiled at Patty’s approach and gently accep...