Broken Locks_Dear Benny_ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER..._The New Romantic
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Broken Locks
I hoped the prison was going to be adorned with roses, or frilly red streamers that dipped and curled along the concrete walls. Instead, in the gray and drab afternoon, a wilted balloon hung limp off a nearby street post.Almost everything was prohibited. I’d found that out after a two-minute google search with chocolates and a balloon bouquet already purchased. I set the box of his favorite truffles and wafers on the passenger seat and the cherry-colored balloons swayed in the trunk. The car ride had been quiet, music was off and thoughts loud, but after switching off the ignition, the silence...
Dear Benny
The Copperdale Trust is one of the most prestigious financial foundations ever established. Run by the world’s greatest attorneys, bankers, and financial experts, it holds significant interests in major tech www.onedoor.ccfirms, banks, oil, steel, hospitality, and transportation—if there was money to be made, then The Copperdale Trust had its hands in the pot.Martha A. Rothschild-Copperdale, and her husband, William T. Copperdale, the beneficiaries of The Copperdale Trust, cruised through the Maine countryside in their Rolls Royce limousine on a trip to visit their long-estranged son, Benjamin W. Copperdale...
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER...
There was something cold in the kiss he had just received. Troy could not understand. He thought things were going okay; maybe she had had a bad day. Arriving at the restaurant they sat in an alcove where they could feel the warmth from the fire and watch the flames leap up the chimney. They perused the menu in readiness for the waiter’s arrival. There was no conversation. They could have been an old married couple so used to each other small talk was unnecessary, but that was not usually the case with Troy and Heather.“Are you alright Heather?” Troy asked “Of course Troy. Why wouldn’t I be; ...
The New Romantic
All she knows is that she has made a start, from the peel of the first diaphanous deep purple skin to the slicing of its hairy head, to the satisfying thunk on the chopping board. She has a slight headache and looks at the time. If that is the start, what is the end?She has an hour. She has wine in the fridge. A bag of Doritos on the kitchen counter. She has all this and an empty house in Fulham and an American lover. Life is perfect as an apple. It should be, dammit.Nan-see will not make what she’s always made for her mother. She’s not cooking for her. She opens the fridge and pours a glass o...