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Those Were The Times
TW mention of a fire and losing beloved pets."Don't you remember? We bought this in New York City at the Bryant Park Christmas Market", I said picking up a NY Yankees Christmas ornament up from some rubble off of my kitchen table, as I sifted through things that had not burned in my apartment fire. It had been bad, but, it could have been worse. There were things to salvage, but, things that had been lost. The worst thing was losing 2 of my three kitties, my best friends on four legs. I rubbed at my aquamarine eyes, trying to keep a tear from falling."We bought that at Bryant Park? I thought i...
Sideboard and Sunbonnet
The sideboard was heavy. “One, two, three, pull!” The wood protested against the old linoleum flooring. “How did they even get this thing in here in the first place?” Rob groaned, straining against the load.“No idea! David replied.“Your grandparents must’ve been built of stronger stuff back when they placed it there,” Sandy told them.“Yeah well, they didn’t think about the future generations needing to downsize their only child’s life, did they?” Rob retorted.“Probably not, but that’s why I had you two! So hop to it, I’ve got plenty more for the both of you to do once you’re finished here!”Rob...
224: the extraction
There’s something serene about staring out the window as the train passes the skyscrapers and the people busy with life. It’s so serene it could almost lull you into the belief that life was that simple. It could almost make Annabelle Harris forget what she was going to have to do. What her mission is and how she couldn’t fail or her sister, Oakley, would die. And her sister is her everything. Oakley is only thirteen months younger than Anna but she mothered her baby sister like she was her daughter. She raised Oakley since their mom and dad died in an apartment fire in queens when they wer...
A Tale of Tails
In a small rural town, nobody can hide. Everyone knows everyone and, in addition, each other’s proclivities and oddities. The town that Edgar Gibbon grew up in wasn’t any different. He attended the same small elementary school in the center of the town where for decades, everyone in the town had. Once he completed that, he then entered the middle school that included additional students from the smaller outer towns that didn’t www.onedoor.cchave a student population to support a junior high school of their own. That was when Edgar met Jimmy Zimmerman. On the first day of middle school the kids were gatherin...