Broken Angel_The Trade-Off_First winter_What kind of Pet?
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Broken Angel
Aiden stormed out the door and reached for his car, just a minute away from strangling someone. Irritated, he grabbed his irresistible messy hair with both hands and scream his lungs out in the car. Fool of him for thinking this day would be normal. He was tricked again.He’d chose to wear a black t-shirt with a loose denim jacket on top of it and a pair of black skinny jeans and also a pair of black checkered Vans when his parents informed him of the family dinner. He’s been thinking of wearing smart casual kind clothes to the dinner. Aiden’s not into fashion so instead of wasting time trying ...
The Trade-Off
Benjamin killed the car engine in the middle of the motel parking lot. It was deserted.He trod the weathered tarmac toward the motel’s grey reception door but paused a moment later. He glanced back toward the car, toward the back door. His son had been standing near there the last time he saw him.A security light cast yellow into the night but only made the night’s damp haze and pathetic rain all the more hazy and pathetic. Benjamin could feel the wetness on his cheeks just as he could feel the nip of cold. Yet sniffing the fading scent of exhaust fumes which reminded him of the trip that brou...
First winter
The day started as usual with the sun rising over the horizon meeting the fluffy clouds, the fresh summer breeze, the morning birds singing their song. This was another day a grateful and splendid day… Yet I feel so empty so eager for something else to happen. I walked up every morning to the hill that separates two villages to meet my best friend Robert. There we roll down like two idiots to the bottom of the hill and compete who could walk the furthest in a dizzy state. He would win most of the time. That was 3 years ago.“What has ever happened to us” I questioned myself. I heard that he was...
What kind of Pet?
Gerald looked confused; it was a look that often crossed his coarse features. Teague told him; “I said that they took Pecht from her, not that they took her pet”. The third man who was larger still than both of the other two large men looked at the interaction with a slight smile on his plain, serious face.Gerald spoke once again; “well what kind of pet did the cook lady keep? Was it a dog, a cat, a rabbit?” Teague slowly shook his head as the bruiser continued with his not quite tirade; maybe it was a speech, it was at least said with conviction.Gerald had more to say. “my little sis kept a r...