The Old Year's First Refrain_Windows of Cape Town_Shades of Wednesday_Misty Mountain
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The Old Year's First Refrain
Kendra had been a ghost for twelve months, but this was the first time someone had walked through her. She dug red nails into her dark brown hands, shaping crescents as she watched the man who had done it. His back faced her as he thanked the owner of the newspaper stall and moved further into the open-air market, whistling all the way. He was light skinned, of middling height with a bald head, and wore a tan suit, shoes, and hat. The man was nothing special, and why would he be? It was Kendra’s fault.She bit her lip and turned back to the pebble she’d been trying to move. Its gray cracked sur...
Windows of Cape Town
There were always strange foreign men going in an out of the eccentric old man's house who lived next door. They would come overly confident with their nonchalant attitudes, barging in and showing off their wealth. They were dressed head to toe in fine knitted fabrics and designer suits with shiny jewelry ostentatiously placed around their bodies. Some would even march in with their entourage in a domineering fashion wearing camouflaged uniforms or dressed in bright robes. They'd demand to be seen aggressively knocking on his front gate if he left them waiting. Though they would always...
Shades of Wednesday
It was Wednesday when the painting of a man in spectacles at his desk told Micayla that a family would arrive at sunset that day. She considered his words, clapping her hands twice to the rhythm of life, but didn’t say anything because there was nothing to be said. The man in the painting rolled his eyes at her joy, sat back in his chair, and smoked his pipe. He was the painting that she disliked the most, but she wouldn’t admit anything because her father had painted them all. The first step to prepare for visitors was to make the rooms. Micayla was only ever in her room, which she kept prist...
Misty Mountain
Misty MountainA lone figure was struggling to move through the thick snow upon Misty Mountain. The world was ruined long ago and only a few fortunate and desolate inpiduals survived the influx of the inner aliens. It had been more than twenty years since the invasion and nature had revitalwww.onedoor.ccised itself miraculously. It had again become pristine and the snow upon Misty Mountain was particularly sparkling that morning.Eventually, the man reached a tiny log cabin, which was leaning against an enormous oak tree, and entered it. The interior of the cabin was pretty austere. There was a huge red Bukha...