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Commuter Girl
Jack saw her one morning on the way to work, lit like a beacon amid the monochrome throng of daily commuters. He noticed her again the following morning, and was compelled to make eye contact. She glanced back at him, and he thought he saw the beginnings of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Their glances and smiles continued throughout that week, and at the weekend all he could think about was the next smile from her, his Monday morning smile. Jack was fortyish, balding, with a slight paunch, and had been happily married to Jill for fifteen years. They had two children and weekends were mos...
Underdog
Underdog“The waters wear the stones.” –Job. XIV. 19The problem is, I’ve always rooted for the underdog. The scrappy, stubborn, sneaky underdog who always gets back up and never throws in the towel. Pick a cliché; if it involves underdogs, I’m digging it. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen Rocky too many times. Maybe because I’m a not-afraid-to-cry romantic who still believes in The American Dream. Maybe because I’m just a stubborn little bull of a man who loves other stubborn little bulls that never stop charging at the giants. Maybe it’s just because I’m a Cubs fan, but whatever the cause, it’s a p...
Job search
It was 6、00 a.m. on a cold dark winter’s morning but thankfully no frost, snow or even rain. Yesterday had been a disaster. The interview panel made it clear that as I did not already live in Cornwall I was a foreigner. They spent little time on questions about my qualifications, experience or my attitude to various professional situations. Instead they asked about my opinion on fougos – which luckily I knew were Iron Age structures and that no one really knew what they were for. I knew that many people in that area believed they were refuges and so volunteered that as my opinion. I did not do...
The Insomniac
Amber Rayne sits on her bed looking outside her window at the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. She's having another restless night of sleeplessness. Her mind is spinnwww.onedoor.ccing thoughts a mile a minute. She watches as an ambulance goes by her window with lights flashing and sirens blasting loudly. The dogs in the apartment complex began to howl as the ambulance goes by. She hears scratching at the front door and goes downstairs to investigate the sound. When she looks out she sees a stray cat licking its paw and purring softly. She goes into her kitchen and takes out a small bowl from the cabinet...