Dinner for two_Embracing My Ghost_THE POISONOUS MUFFLE_The Shelter
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Dinner for two
*click clack, click clack, the sound of Katrina Miller's heals continued down the long stretch from her office to the exit. Co-workers glared trying not to get caught staring. Knowing this, Katrina held her nose in the air higher and a pleased grin drew across her face. Before she reached the exit of her office building, her assistant cut in front of her and began speaking immediately. "Donavon called." She pumped her eyebrows multiple times before giggling and continuing. "He wanted to see if you were available to talk? He's on line 1、" She clenched her notepad to her chest excitedly. Katrina...
Embracing My Ghost
My mom laid there on the hideous hospital bed that had taken up space in the living room for the past two months. She hated that bed. If she could have talked she probably would have said that it was the most uncomfortable bed in the world. Her head was propped up on two pillows, one over sized and one undersized. Her comforter was covering her now tiny body which was always cold. She laid there eyes open and looked up to the heavens. My mom was dying physically. She was no longer going to be here after that cool November day, the week before Thanksgiving. She gave me one last look and took he...
THE POISONOUS MUFFLE
It was a normal Sunday night. My dad invited his boss for a "professional" meeting date on the dinning table ofwww.onedoor.cc our mansion. He seemed to be very happy and excited about the meeting. I always saw such a beam on his face only when he had such meetings and visits with his boss. He decided what to wear and what the menu will be for the dinner. He took care that evry dish being cooked will be miss Yohana's favourite. A day before, on the Saturday evening he asked me to join them, As his only daughter and alive family member so far, he wanted to introduce me to his wonderful boss. I wasn't interest...
The Shelter
IFirmin's bedroom was completely dark. He was curled up in a ball. It was his favorite position. If he spread out his full length, his feet would stick out of the single bed. He stretched amply before sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on the slippers waiting for him on the parquet floor. A pair in a rough moumoute whose white had turned to gray. The sole was so thin that Firmin could feel the coolness of the ground under the soles of his feet. The day barely shone through the opaque curtains. He didn't know what time it was, nor did he try to find out.As usual, he got up to go straigh...