Hermie_The Fountain Pen_All shades of colors._Orphan's Inheritance
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Hermie
What if a problem isn't a problem after all? What if the perspective is the problem, and the not-problem is actually a blessing in disguise? She looks back at her dashboard. "Turn left." Her daughter has programmed the mystery woman to have a British accent, so she's named her Hermione, after some wizard girl, because she swears that this box of a woman is magical and is going to change her life. "Thank you, Hermie." "Mom, she isn't real. She can't hear you." Her daughter takes a long sip of her Slurpee. It's 90 degrees out, and she's stuck in the car, air conditioner broken. She crosses all ...
The Fountain Pen
I glanced at my watch again. D promised he would be on time, but I knew better than to trust him. Raphael’s, the coffee shop where we agreed to meet, was just across the street from where I work. I’m sure Mr. Inglethorpe was wondering where I had gotten off to. “Inglethorpe & Cavendish lawyers are never idle,” he’d always say to me when I was taking five in the break room or staring at the ceiling for a minute to clear my head. Mr. Inglethorpe had an odd air of Brwww.onedoor.ccitish propriety for someone who grew up in Mississippi. “Looking sharp, Mr. Sharpe!” Raphael said as he fluttered by my table. He r...
All shades of colors.
It was meant to be a beautiful day, the cabin they rented had been beautiful, old and had character dents that spoke of years of hard winter and beautiful summers."I was wondering what you were doing with fire, there is a reason I don't allow you into the kitchen, what were you thinking.." and as she trailed on angrily in the background, Kelvin couldn't help but watch wide eyed as his failed proposal engulfed the cabin in a massive inferno of hot red and orange. They had not even spent an hour in the cabin. It was Christmas eve and he was very unhappy.And the worst part was that, she had pas...
Orphan's Inheritance
The lazy sun bathed the wet grass in its golden light. It was a bright morning, with clear blue skies as far as the eyes could see. I breathed in the fresh air and stared at the sight of emptiness before me. I guess there was one good thing about being locked up alone in a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere; you had peace.Just about a week ago, I was standing at my front door in my decent apartment staring at an unfamiliar man’s face and wondering whether I should let him in or call the police.“Please Miss Emerson, I have my card and all the documents right here in this folder. Just allow m...