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Extending the Apple Branch
—The Garney’s Backyard Apple Tree, 16 Golway Road—“Just up a little higher, Janey!” Her mother shouted from the ground.Jane had significant doubts about this new apple-picking method her mother was so keen to try. Mom had bought a new ladder. This theory about needing to collect the apples from the top of the tree then work her way down was probably all some way of proving to dad that purchasing the ladder hadn’t been a big waste of money.Jane climbed to the highest rung she could reach, slung her basket on the closest limb, then started picking.“Uh, Janey, dear.”“Yes?” “It’s only that… Well, ...
Evolving
Yes, she could have made some different choices in life, but she did what she did, both good and bad, and she turned out to be who she now is. It's simply just growing up and moving on. But as the years passed, she continued to dream that all was not too late and that something genuinely romantic might eventually happen to her. In her wild, heady past, most female friends had a similar ilk and would hunt in bars to find a guy to flirt with. After a heavy, boozy night, it usually ended with a quick fumble and speedy sex, which would pass for a ‘romantic interlude’ in their drunken lives. For...
Two Weeks
Ben stood outside the back of the restaurant looking at the overflowing dumpster and breathing in the distinct smell of grease and fried food. Not all the food at his place of employment was bad; in fact, he quite enjoyed the free meals he got each shift that he worked. Being the dishwasher was about the worst gig he could think of, but he’d always been a hard worker and for now this job was just a means to an end. For the most part, the waitresses were nice to him, even though most of the time he felt kind of invisible. It had been a busy night thus far at The www.onedoor.ccSizzling Griddle. The restaura...
The Thief and The Fighter
Content warning: mild swearing, mention of deathThe Thief and The FighterWednesday 4th June, 1913Anyone with sense and an empty stomach knows the races aren't for watching horses. They’re for watching pockets - bulging ones, specifically. And there’s no better place in the world for wallet-spotting than here, the Epsom Derby, where the crowd is bloated with booze, and purses are bloated with coins. Well, at least that’s what Benny says.My older brother was born for thieving; he boasts his fingers are like smoke, his reactions faster than lightning. And rightfully so. I can tell by the smugness...