Kitty, Kitty_The Wordsmith_Dinner in the Looking Glass._The Jackpot
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Kitty, Kitty
Anna wiped her brow, calves burning as she rushed down the crowded Toronto street. She was late to a get-together, as she quite often was. Although it was the end of October, the weather remained persistently hot, and the tall skyscrapers blocked Lake Ontario’s breeze, insulating the heat. Thanks to the weird weather, Anna had spent far too much time struggling to pick out an appropriate outfit.Excuses aside, the fact remained that Anna was late. Again. Today was their friend Ahsan’s birthday, too. She walked a bit faster, urging her short legs to go. She swore as she dodged someone with thei...
The Wordsmith
“You look a little sad. Everything good?” I asked as I was walking out of the lecture hall.“Mhm!” Aspen nodded, her characteristic smile coming back after having disappeared throughout the entire class. “Just stressed.”“Oh,” I said, more to myself than to her. I looked up and met her gaze. A quick question flashed in and out of my mind, though I already knew the answer. We’re finally alone. Is this the universe giving me my chance?The hallway was empty. Everyone had gone. It was just me and her waiting for the hands on the clock to signal the end of classes, to break the silence that lingered...
Dinner in the Looking Glass.
I’m not too impressed when he snaps at the waiter, asking for our order and telling no one in particular, but maybe me, that it has been a long day. He never asked what I wanted, just told the poor man one mussels, one prawn cocktail, two Dover soles and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Looking right and left without moving my head I see all these gentle diners, all gently conversing, or gently enjoying overhearing other’s conversing. Well dressed, immaculately dressed, but none of them in unseasonably light chiffon. Not like me. My wee dress looks awkward now. Had my Alice in Wonderland joke gone...
The Jackpot
In a dark and empty casino, perched up along a dark red wooden support pole, sat a slot machine. The machine glinted gold against the dust and darkness. And it was clear, with their white backgrounds, the dominant crimson red numbers that repeated across the three single frames. Seven. Seven. Seven.This slot machine was surrounded by a set of flashier slot machines with exorbitant names that could be seen in the darkness by the allotment of glitter and designs to draw the eye. The rows of slots would never end if they could. At the end of them, they stared into that center support pole that w...