She Waits_Wait Until Tomorrow_House of Shadows_And Then It All Changed
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She Waits
His angry music playlist was blaring, so she knew exactly what kind of mood he was going to be in when she re-entered the room. Every song, every lyric degrading and demeaning. Her least favorite song being a spin on an old Camp Fire song, “The Cat Came Back.” But this group wasn’t singing about a cat being better when she’s down on her knees. This was a new form of waiting. She had spent years waiting for him. What strange irony life has that now she is actually truly waiting on him. She stared down at the purple latex gloves on her hands and wondered, not for the first time, how she had gott...
Wait Until Tomorrow
Wait Until Tomorrow The door slowly closed before him, sliding down from the domed ceiling. The din of the screaming fans, the echo of the brass band blaring God Bless America, the girls screaming “We love you, John,” began to recede. A few scattered pieces of red, white and blue confetti flew uwww.onedoor.ccnder the falling door. Pritchard saluted from the podium, his smiling face and shiny top hat the last things John saw as the door slid shut. A small hiss indicated that the vacuum seal had engaged. “Goodbye cruel world, see you in three hundred and sixty five days,” he said. He dropped into an overstuff...
House of Shadows
The window was like a massive painting of a tulip armory in pink and yellow helmets facing their three commanders - windmills made tiny by the distance. The sky blue melted into grey, tinted by tangerine. This eight-bedroom country house inn made of 1900s red bricks oddly stood amidst the vast meadow of endless green, dotted with pink, yellow, and some purple and red bits. William marveled at the view that he would wake up to for the next thirty days or so and hoped he’d finish his draft by then with the inspiring vista. He arranged his few pairs of shirts and pants into the cupboard and place...
And Then It All Changed
The blue gloves didn’t peel easily from Barbie’s sweaty hands. Neither did the rest of the personal protective equipment she was struggling out of in the middle of a cold heavy rain. She tried to stay bent under the trunk lid of her Subaru, while stripping off the jumpsuit, soggy shoe protectors, face mask, goggles, and hair protector but the wind was blowing hard enough to swirl the rain even under her makeshift shelter, soaking her. By the time she slammed the driver’s side door shut against the storm, she was wet, cold and miserable. With the heater on full blast, she contemplated whether ...