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The Woman in The Refrigerator
“Who is she?” I asked. The young girl was dressed in a reddish-peach silk ball gown from the 40's with a long draping skirt that went all the way to her bare toes. The curls of her short dark hair looked weightless as she floated in the clear liquid that suspended her. She clearly wasn't wearing lipstick, but her full lips had a natural red hue, as if she were alive. I ran my fingertips over the cylindrical glass container that imprisoned her body, as if she would be prompted to do the same. It felt freezing cold. My fingertips stuck to the glass for a moment and left behind trails of frost.“...
Chasing a Dream
This is the big day. Lei has been preparing for this day her whole life. But, she still has so far to go, this is just one step closer to her dream. Today, she goes to the elite ballet school in New York City. Thrilled, she spent every waking hour practicing in any way pwww.onedoor.ccossible for ballet, preparing for this day. Sitting in the dining room, she munches on the avocado toast. When will she sit in this room again, eating breakfast? How long will it be until she can return to her home in Hawai'i? She worries about all the adjustments she will have to make for her new lifestyle. What will the other...
The Knights of Osculum High
"I just hate burdening your staff with him. He has become so difficult since his --," Mr. Forrester leans forward pushing up on the bridge of his glasses and covers his mouth with a hand, "-- a certain Grandmother Willow passed away," says Mr. Forrester as he retreats to his perfect posture.Cole, his mouth in awe, follows his father's posture to its unbelievable position, "I'm right here.""I see," says Dean Fafnir as she leans forward and opens a manilla folder and pulls from it a packet.She flips through a few pages as Cole roll's his eyes. His father taps him on the arm. Cole coddles the str...
Saffron's Surprise
The Cheery Kettle café was part of the furniture on the market square. Like a comfortable, slightly shabby, familiar armchair. For as long as anyone could remember, it had been offering the breakfast sausage or bacon bun, the lunchtime specials (and no-one could say they were narrow-minded, there was a pasta bake at least once a week, and even an occasional curry) and the teatime treats, consisting of a cup of tea or coffee and your choice of a buttered scone, a toasted crumpet, and a slice of Victoria Sponge Cake. Just occasionally, there was the luxury of jam and cream instead of butter, a t...