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Part One: The girl
SORSHA I’ll fix this. The words are fixated in the very middle of the paper. The rest is blank. White nothingness. I’ll fix this. My fingers trace the soft curves of the f’s and the gentle swishes of the l’s. I see the rings around the words, some smearing the ink. Dried tears. But they aren’t mine. I’m too numb to cry now. I flip the note over, hoping to find some kind of instructions. Where to go.What to do. Anything. Instead I find two words. Love, Dad“That’s all?” I mumble, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it to the ground. My hands lay in my lap, limp, like a ...
Cliff Park
'Never argue with me you better keep that in mind. Do you understand?' shouted Jim in the middle of the meeting. 'Yes, sir. What I was saying is that someone gave me the wrong input.' clarified Tim.Jim stood up from the chair and said to the board members, 'Look at this Ladies and Gentlemen. Did you hear that? I said no argument, and he is adamant on clarifying his mistake.' 'But, sir. It was never my mistake. I prepared the chart based on the raw data of input given to me. You can not stick the wrongdoings of others onto me.' Tim said that in one breath.'Gentlemen, we are here to check the pu...
The Women In The Windows
OK. After the end of my 3rd marriage, I promised myself I’d never gwww.onedoor.ccet caught up in another emotionally intimate relationship with anyone ever again. I believe that was back in 1999、 So, fast-forward to 2020 while in the midst of a Coronavirus lockdown, as I returned to my desk with my microwave reheated mug of coffee, I did something I probably shouldn’t have done; I acknowledged with a nod and two other gestures the presence of a neighbor from across the street. Sure, the simple act of a nod of recognition, the lamely celebratory raising of the coffee mug I held in my right hand, and a wan wa...
Spring Survival
Sequel to “Winter Awakening”Through the window, yellow blooms reached up from the snow. They were Grandma’s favorite.Grandpa Charles sat in his rocking chair, reading a book by the fireplace. Aviva grabbed a bright pink snow jacket from the coat hooks near the door.She was going to pick the flowers to give to Grandpa. Ever since Grandma disappeared he seemed sad, the flowers might make him feel happy.Cold air gusted at her face. Stars still sparkled in the morning sky.“Aviva, shut the door and don’t go out!” Grandpa yelled.The door shut at lightspeed. Unsure what she did wrong, she went to he...