THOSE THREE AND HALF HOURS_How do you like them apples_Dancing with Anxiety_Talulah
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THOSE THREE AND HALF HOURS
Decent Coffees and Curries was a famous hotel cum shop in the outskirts of the city. It was in the premises of the college where I would teach. It was a popular place for visitors and the locals. It had three lounges on three sides of it. People would come here with friends and families to sit,www.onedoor.cc sip and chat. Now it was autumn season and the inflow of the people on the Decent had increased. The shop presented special autumn drinks for the customers during this era of the year. It would turn into a multiple choices beverage shop on the advent of the fall season. Warm and hot drinks were the coo...
How do you like them apples
She said it would be an adventure and a fun one at that. If you thought climbing an unsteady ladder to pick an apple was a fun adventure. Sure the apples were delicious and crisp. It’s just I almost fell three times. My friend Lucy had different ideas sometimes on what would be fun. However I did make her go to that new bar and she hated bars. Michelle seemed to be having fun, she was the type of person who could make anything fun. Edith was sitting under a tree on her iPhone. I knew this really wasn’t her thing. I thought she might like to have a girls weekend. So far our girls wee...
Dancing with Anxiety
I rolled out of bed that morning to get ready for work. Ding! I reached into my pocket for my phone. An email floated on my screen, “High School Reunion- TEN Years!” My eyes glossed over my screen for a while, daydreaming of peoples’ reactions to me. NOPE, not doing it. I started to slide on my skirt, tuck in my button up shirt and put my blazer on. But, what if the man you are meant to marry is an old classmate. NOPE, can’t do it. I opened the email again and started to read. Nope, nope, nope. “Click here to RSVP.” My hand hovered over the RSVP button. Do you remember when the people you sat ...
Talulah
TalulahFat? Oh, the indignity of it. Sometimes I think these humans actually don’t realise that I understand everything they say. They clearly don’t understand me, so I suppose they think ignorance is a two way thing. But to call me fat…. I am nicely rounded and my fur is thick and lustrous. I am altogether a very beautiful girl. They tell me that all the time, usually punctuated with ridiculous chirpy sounds and cooing. I stalk over to the mirror, I’m rather good at stalking, if I do say so myself. In the mirror I see my perfectly symmetrical face, my long, fine whiskers, and my gorgeous tabb...