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A Matter of Family
Warmer, nicer weather wasn’t a good combination with a prisoner-of-war camp, where no one could leave. The British POWs who had been at Stalag V C for a few years now were used to it, while newer arrivals like Sergeant Plundell found themselves pacing the perimeter of camp more frequently. At least they were able to stay outside longer.The sun still being out after www.onedoor.ccdinner felt strange after the many long and dark winter months. As the sky began turning all shades of red, pink, and orange, Plundell wandered over to where one of the guards, Private Liebermann, was sitting cross-legged on the gro...
She pours a cup of tea
She looks at me and smiles: “Tea?” I nod. She turns around and hums the melody of an old song. I cannot tell the name of the song. It is familiar but I can’t find its words. I look at her body. She is slim. Her cloth are tight and align at the shape of her hips. Her hair is up in a ponytail. When she turns around it swings from one side to the other. She hands over a cup and I grab it. She looks directly at me and is still smiling. She sits down on the chair next to me. We had barely one proper conversation since today in the morning. She puts down her cup of tea and wraps her fingers around ...
A Passing Moment Before Death Comes
Her kind eyes met mine so lovingly, colored the same kind of blue I usually only saw in the mirror. For a moment, it was as though the clocks had stopped and we had all the time in the world. It’s like when I was little, and she’d let me win our board games by giving me tips on what to do. We’d laugh then, and I would beg her to play just one more round and she would indulge me, despite it being the fourth time that day and she really ought to have got started on dinner. I won again, and was promptly crowned champion supreme over a quick dinner of home made soup. The light of the lamps were co...
The Tip
“You wanna do something fun?” Tanner asks, stretching and yawning in a way that says, Can we be done fighting now? We’re on day two of our cross-country spring break road trip, and I’ve been giving Tanner the silent treatment for going on an hour now—ever since we left the Cat’s Cradle Café back in Welcome, Minnesota. Despite the chill seeping through the windows, the van reeks of B.O. and stale Doritos and pine scent air freshener. I’m driving, and I’ve turned off the radio three times now—driver controls the radio, that’s the rule—leaving us with no soundtrack for our dispute other than the...