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where the road ends
Years ago seemed to be last week and last week now seemed years ago. Summer was always the easiest time to for the three women to get together and let the road trip take away their many problems at home. But this summer trip would not take away but add to their lives, beginning when Pam asked Julia, "How did the meeting go with August and his promotion?" Friends since elementary school, Pamela, Julia and Missy seemed to be triplets more or less friends. They were known as such around their small town and school as the Blonde Triplets. All of them had blonde hair and blue eyes, they were the sm...
Fallen Snow Flake
1、The giggling and fooling around, the smell of a roast potatoes in the evening that had been lathered in oil and herbs, the warmness of the fire as I sat around drinking hot cocoa while Mum guzzled back whisky at Christmas time. It was just us and it was a blissful period before things began to deteriorate. Yet now realizing it had started well before and I was just too young to acknowledge it.An icy day brought snowflakes down onto my windowsill. With each drop my eyes followed the white icy droplets. As they fell onto the floor, they melted into nothing; they had served their purpose and no...
DELPHIC DECISION
Should she or shouldn‘t she accept him? Please read what happens! Agriculturists normally reside in rural settings. Accordingly Lal who was a land owner and farmer lived in a village with his family which consisted of him, his wife and his daughter Lisa. Mehta, a dealer in agricultural products and inputs also preferred that village and lived there not far from Lal’s place. Both Lal and Mehta were moneyed and jointly sought to preserve and grow their wealth. To this end Mehta’s son Arvind was informally engaged to Lisa. Coming to Arvind: He was tall, fair and handsome www.onedoor.ccand was about 28、 He most...
Volare
Tony Abruzzi combed his wavy white hair, donned his blue and tan plaid sports coat then tied on a sky blue tie. He smiled slightly in approval of his image in the mirror. Not too bad for a man of eighty three he thought. In fact he did not look to be more than seventy. On this lovely Autumn day, his daughter Diane was taking him to the Italian Fest. The annual Italian Festival used to beheld in the old Italian Village at Saint John the Baptist Catholic Church on Hamlet and Lincoln Street. Now so many new apartment buildings had been built there. The number of people attending had grown so la...