Cigar, Carmichael?_The Kumiho, the Fox Bead, and the Garlic Teriyaki Tempeh with Broccoli_Bitterswee
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Cigar, Carmichael?
Cigar, Carmichael?Like many baby boomers, my parents saw the new suburbs as utopia. The open spaces beckoned those suffering from the crush of the concrete jungle. What my parents apparently forgot was that just a few decades prior, cities provided safety from the wild things that roam open spaces like wolves and mountain lions. However, as a kid and dedicated viewer of Rin-Tin-Tin, Lassie, and Davey Crockett, I was acutely aware of the dangers. Hey, don’t laugh. Davey Crockett killed a bear when he was only three. They were out there and those wild things were the nocturnal visitors haunting ...
The Kumiho, the Fox Bead, and the Garlic Teriyaki Tempeh with Broccoli
*Some sensitive themes: violence, sexual overtones, alcohol use*Layers and highlights and lots of cleavage. The girl would probably have described her expression as “pouty” or “playful,” but to him it suggested lightly bearing down for a bowel movement. Ryan Huntsman swiped left. It’s definitely not her, he thought. He swiped left again. He hardly ever swiped right. His friends liked to tease him and ask why he even bothered browsing the options, but he thought there had to be at least one in this city. They thought the app was just eating up space on his phone. He was patient. It was necessar...
Bittersweet
Annie Turner pulled out the metal chair and sat down, waiting expectantly for her companion to make an appearance. She leaned her cane against the table. A young waiter walked up to her table and asked her what she wanted to eat and drink. Annie ordered a cup of hibiscus tea. Longingly, she gazed at the bagel with cream cheese that lay, uneaten, on the plate of a man who sat nearby. If only she wasn’t so old and half her teeth hadn’t fallen out, then she would have ordered one. The tea came, finally, but sat unnoticed, wisps of steam wafting up as it slowly cooled. Annie Turner tapped her f...
A Very Strange Attic
Dale groaned in frustration.“Zephyr, where's my book?” he was bent over, looking under the couch finding only crumbs and crumpled up www.onedoor.ccpaper. “ The one about gardening and stuff? Why would I know where it is? ” Zephyr said and returned to watching his figure skating competition. Dale faced him “ Well it didn’t just grow legs. Is this your way of trying to mess with me?” “Look,” Zephyr stood up, “ I’m not just the scrawny kleptomaniac from New York that you met a few years ago anymore, don’t blame stuff on me.” Zephyr started to walk away from him but Dale grabbed him by the arm “ I am not t...