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Oblivion Perkin
Those kids ran around this way and that, like leaves on a blustery day. I was sitting at the corner of the room, gazing at them, wanting all of them to leave soon. My problem was that I found them winsome. But they were only responsible to swell my problem. My job was to scare the life out owww.onedoor.ccf them, but none of them got a single drop of cold sweat while seeing me! As I was an old-aged ghost, they were supposed to be scared from me, but they didn’t find me scary as they didn’t even know what does a ghost mean. One of them was Perkin, a good friend of mine. He was a very small child and being ver...
Left Alone
Have you noticed when you are going someplace, unless you are the one driving, you don’t pay attention to where you are going. Funny thing ain’t it. It is especially difficult to stay engaged on public transportation, because dreaming off is the one way to survive the crowded stew of people. If you are fortunate to get a window seat, it makes dreaming all the easier, but still a challenge. Amongst those who believe that sneezing is an appropriate civic expression of sensitivity because they turn their head, and those who think all other passengers want to know how your mother made Lasagna; esc...
The Romance of a Sore Finger
"What kind of man gets turned on by a woman's calf?" asked Margaret’s great-granddaughter as she listened to the story of how Margaret and Harvey met. "One that doesn't get to see anything else," Margaret said with a laugh. She said most things with a tilt of judgement for the young people. She said most things with a craving to be more like them too. As the story unfolded, her great-granddaughter leaned in to hear all the details: How Margaret was a cheerleader back when the skirts didn't show more than a calf, how Harvey nodded to her from the football field as if to say, "This one's for ...
Butterfly Wing
Harry awoke to a typical sun-drenched Miami morning. The buzz of cicadas vibrated in the air as he groaned softly and wiped sleep from his eyes, his hand lazily flopping back to the empty pillow beside him. From the home office in the next room the hammering of a keyboard drifted back to him, unrelentless as his girlfriend committed the story running through her mind onto her laptop. She never made a dime but she was happy writing away every day. A smile spread across his lips, slow and easy. The warmth pleasantly soaked into his very bones, making the merest thought of moving a daunting task....