Is there anything more beautiful than the full moon shining_Going Forth_Storybook Sushi (1 roll, 6 p
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Is there anything more beautiful than the full moon shining
Is there anything more beautiful than the full moon shiningAfter three days at sea, it was a relief to get my lifejacket off of me. I gathered up the rest of my tackle and finished rinsing off the deck, paid the lads and told them I’d be up after them to the pub. It was almost dark; the other bigger fishing boats were still clearing up their own decks. I was a bit stuck in my thoughts, looking down on the harbour, my hands against the rail of the boat. Below me, a streak of diesel oil had spread out from where the bilge pump had emptied the last of its load.Did she really mean it the other nig...
Going Forth
I was trying to push back my seat, but it wasn’t moving. Either it was stuck, or the person behind me was blocking it. I gave up and decided to speak to Andy right away. It couldn't wait any longer."Andy, I’m sorry, but I’m having doubts."Andy paused his in-flight movie, took out his earbuds, and slowly turned his unshaven face toward me in disbelief. "Didn't we go over this so many times before?" he said, a bit too loudly, an edge of annoyance entering his voice.I kept my voice to a whisper to avoid disturbing the other passengers. "Yes, I know. I know, Andy. We discussed how we dislike, for ...
Storybook Sushi (1 roll, 6 pieces)
Discussion of violence.*AceMy face is pressed against a blood-splattered restaurant menu while I am handcuffed flat on the floor of the restaurant. On the pink paper there is a drawing of a sushi roll on an open book, the logo of my favorite restaurant, Storybook Sushi.All I did was defend myself with a stupid jujitsu move I learned watching the Black Panther movie. How did I get here? Everyone has a backstory, the reasons behind their actions. But the only thing that mattered was what happened, not how it came about. That night, I was at Storybook Sushi picking up sushi for me and Moms. Moms ...
Call the Doctor
For her last day on earth, she wished it was warmer. Martha hated being cold, and now that it was turning to winter the chill would not leave her bones. She rubbed the small metal pillbox in her hand, a talisman to allow escape from her misery. She twisted the dial on the small electric heater again, but it was turned up all the way. She www.onedoor.ccpulled her thick sweater closer, tucked in the blankets wrapped around her legs even tighter, though it did nothing against the cold deep inside her. Today was her birthday. “Today is the day, Dan.” Martha whispered to herself. “We will be together again, ...