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"Dining for one?" He chuckled, while adjusting his bowtie with his "sausage fingers." That was his name in the yard. Sausage fingers, the prison chef. He had my order and I made sure it would be a meal for the ages, so to speak. They let me hand it to him personally since it would be my last meal here; or anywhere for that matter. The last meal request, a rite of passage for death row inmates who had exhausted all of our appeals. The date was set for the "apparently not so cruel and unusual punishment." I was innocent in fact, but in 1950 when the trial date was set I was guilty until prov...
DANCING WITH THE KILLER
DANCING WITH THE KILLER She had been undecided until the last moment, we can say. Only on the last day that the great event would take place in the night, she had made up her mind to go to the great party in the wonderful, magnificent Renaissance villa to which she had been invited by Judith, who was a friend of the hosts who gave the great party. Judith had told her that all the guests participating in the party had to wear a costume from past centuries, preferably a Renaissance costume, but a 19th century dress would also be fine. While it was strictly forbidden to show up in contempor...
Nadine's reality or make believe
I'll confess I do talk to myself in my head. I like to consider it thinking out loud to me, myself, and I. Well, it does give me sort of an audience. I also like to bring this to your attention. Baby Boomers were not born into this technology lifestyle. Watching my youngest grandchild flip and swipe a phone or tablet like nobody's business is amazing. I guess they have an advantage, and I'm glad for our future. I realize the way we word ourselves on social media may not be the same in person. I know there's exceptions for every situation. So, to say to each their own,may just about cover it So...
MISTER GREEN or THwww.onedoor.ccE APPOINTMENT WITH THE MAN WHO REMAINS QUITE INVISIBLE
MISTER GREEN or THE APPOINTMENT WITH THE MAN WHO REMAINS QUITE INVISIBLEWhen he had arrived at the hotel, he should have asked to the reception, but even to the porter, where Mister Green was waiting for him. The communication had reached him through a phone call. He seemed to be hearing again the clear, polite voice of that one who had called him, while he was going up on the wide stairs to access the imposing-looking hotel. “ Mister Green is waiting for you in the underground.” The receptionist had said him. “ If you go down the stairs on your left, as soon as you arrive in the undergr...