The unusual passenger_Interview_Unhappy Returns_The Price of Truth
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The unusual passenger
The bus terminus by the Market Square was swarming with people exerting pressure as they tried to board the remaining rural buses before it was too late to embark on long-distance journeys. Some had decided last minute they were not staying in town and www.onedoor.ccinstead would join their families for Easter. As the travellers got more rowdy and agitated, bus drivers revved their engines to attract attention, under the pretence they were on the move. It was a typical African market scene with vendors weaving their way in and out among the vehicles belching smoke clouds over their wares. As for the buses, ...
Interview
"Who is going to be next?" Artemus thinks. "Make sure the file is complete. The furniture is clean. All the organized files are here. All right..., onto my next client. He's at the door right...now." "You may now come in," he says. "Sorry. I know I'm late," a man says. "Don't worry. Please close the door." "Should've gotten early, kid?" "It's not your fault. Please have a seat. Shall we start the interview?" "Ah, I'm ready when you are." "Ok, just let me double-check your file?" "Yes. Oh…, kid, where are those two doors lead?" "Applicants will know after this." ...
Unhappy Returns
"Hi. I hope you can help me.""I'd be happy to try.""I would like to return this blouse.""Is there something wrong with it?""No." "Then why do you want to return it?""It was a gift.""Which does not explain why you want to return it.""Well, the truth is I’m not fond of the color.""You’re not fond of blue.""Not this shade of blue.""What have you got against royal blue?""Is that what you call this color, royal blue?""Isn’t that what you call this color?""I didn’t know the color had a name.""Well, it’s not sky blue.""No.""It’s not navy blue.""No.""It’s not teal.""Isn’t teal more green than blue?...
The Price of Truth
Eleven-year-old James sat outside the principal’s office, eyes down and fiddling with his fingers. He could hear the muffled conversation behind the door but couldn’t make out the words, surely that was for the best. But his mind was imagining the worse. What was taking Dad so long? The office door clicked open, James didn’t want to look but he had to, Mark was his best friend. Their eyes met briefly, James saw it. The hurt, disappointment, anger and betrayal in Mark’s eyes. Mark glared at James as he rushed by to the seat farthest away. Finally, James’s dad Ben arrived. He came over and tapp...