For Whom the Cookie Tolls_The Quasi-Marathon_You Were Always Beautiful_The Red Baisakhi
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For Whom the Cookie Tolls
FOR WHOM THE COOKIE TOLLSBy Lavinia M. Hughes“Mom always liked you best, Nick! You’re such a goody-two-shoes. You’re so damned square, you’re practically Amish,” said Ray, Nick’s 20-year old elder brother.“Shut up, Ray-gun. Maybe if you’d get off your ass, she’d like you better,” retorted Nick.“I do plenty around here. Why, ever since Dad left for that floozy, I’ve taken out the rubbish every week,” said Ray.“Ooh, big deal. You took out the rubbish twice. Since you’re the one who loads it up every week with your junk food wrappers, you freakin should take it out!” said Nick.“It’s been longer...
The Quasi-Marathon
As Mary Trivett walked in the door carrying two heavy grocery bags, she found her husband slumped on the couch, watching TV. A greasy bowl of chips and a beer can were on the table in front of him—nothing out of the ordinary there.Peter Trivett was 39 years old, with pale skin and dull brown eyes. He was bald. He was short and had a growing beer gut, which wasn’t only the work of beer. He loved eating junk food and took his passion very seriously.“I’m gonna need you to go pick up the car on Saturday,” Mary said.“Why?” Peter asked in a childish voice, a handful of chips halfway to his mouth.“Th...
You Were Always Beautiful
“This is ridiculous,” Austin said, looking in the mirror smoothing down the black dress that hugged her body, “you cannot wear a little black dress to your high school reunion”. She heads over to the closet when Mike walks over behind her and rubs her shoulders. “You can wear whatever you want to this thing. These people haven’t seen you in ten years. Wear the black dress baby” he kisses her on the temple.“I don’t deserve you,” she says feeling warm from his embrace and words.“I know!” he jokes pushing at her buttons“Ass” she smirks“You love it” In fact, she did love it, that’s why she marri...
The Red Baisakhi
It wasn’t just a regular Sunday morning it was the festival of Baisakhi. I woke up early in the morning that day. I wore my favorite fancy shoes and clothes that my motwww.onedoor.ccher would make me wear only for parties. I was ready and went to the local market with my father. I could see children of my age running around with balloons in their hands. Everything was blissful. When we reached near a public place, we could hear speech blaring out of loudspeakers. I saw that a man in a blue turban and a big beard was addressing and instigating people for the arrest of two men Saifuddin Kitchlew and Satyapal....