Libertine Street_Death for Sale_SOPHIA'S REVERSE_Music Therapy
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Libertine Street
Libertine Street is a quiet place to live, most of the time. There’s a flower shop, a locksmith, a trendy café whose clientele got edgier and edgier over the years and, at the angle of Cumin Street, a pub, The Blacwww.onedoor.cck Dolphin. With a grey painted façade and tall square windows, the place isn’t the most inviting and it is most likely that people would pass by for years before actually walking in. It took me seven months. When I finally pushed that heavy door, my Monday face on and my light résumé in hand, I was surprised not to be greeted by the wicked yet customary smell of beer and sweat. The a...
Death for Sale
25 years of delivering death, just a few steps away from retirement and that blithering old hag has the AUDACITY to leave me a one star review? ME?! Sir Fell of A rank?! After all that I have done for her? All the secrets I have kept! All the silly wishes for her Passage! That blimp won't leave a man at peace even in death. For a moment I see a flash of my arm band turning from white to gold... Absolutely unacceptable! I must make this right at once!I grab my phone and ring her daughter; taking a deep breath to regain my composure as I do so."Hello, you've reached Dutchess Anne Crowly. Who is ...
SOPHIA'S REVERSE
“I can see it now,” Sophia said to herself as she went down memory lane while she was driving her two children to the boarding school. She has come to realize that everybody is important no matter their status. The serenity in her home made her so excited that she heeded her servant’s advice. It was three years since her husband came home with Mark who became their apprentice. Mr. Williams, Sophia’s husband was into motor spare parts and was a very wealthy man. He was also a very good man, but his wife was his direct opposite. She was a thorn in Mark’s flesh. Sophia maltreated Mark as if he at...
Music Therapy
He screams at her from the backseat, kicking his feet against the car seat bottom and flailing his arms in the air. He pushes his chest up against the restraints, eyes wide with worry. She cannot get the CD in the slot fast enough. I got I got I got I got, you got you got you got you got, we got we got we got loco legs, the band sings, harmonizing.His small, tense body immediately relaxes into the seat, his feet stop swinging, and his thumb goes right into his mouth. A stranger might mistake his slight grimace for a smile. She talks to him gently, she’s always reassuring him, narrating everyth...