Buyer's Remorse_The Fork in the Road_The Wrong Leg_Hands in my Lap
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Buyer's Remorse
A good magician never reveals their secrets. But, today as I lie in my deathbed, I am prepared to tell you mine. As a child, I took things more literally than most. My mother once asked me if the man in the moon stole a shoe I lost at a friend’s house. I peered at the full moon that niwww.onedoor.ccght, searching for this unknown “man”. Never found him. When I was five years old, I heard my uncle tell my mother that it was “raining cats and dogs”. I wanted a puppy so bad that I ran outside to catch one. I came back inside a few minutes later, soaked, confused, and disappointed. Never got to have a dog. On ...
The Fork in the Road
Seventy miles east-northeast of Dallas stands the quiet little city of Marshall, Texas. Marshall is full of squat three and four-story office buildings where grey dust from the prairie swirls about, everything cooking under a fiery East Texas sun. Not much happens in Marshall in the way of commerce, ‘cepting the lumber harvested in them famous piney woods and the gushing oil wells that sprout like porcupine quills around them parts. And every Friday, the First National Bank of Marshall, the biggest bank in town, receives an armored truckload of cash from the Federal Reserve in Dallas to meet t...
The Wrong Leg
Padmanhab Singh drew the short straw. That meant it was his responsibility to tell Mr. Ramden about the unforgiveable cock-up during a recent surgery. The dyslexic error from the junior doctor unintentionally marked the wrong leg for amputation in the surgery notes, resulting in the non-gangrenous leg of Mr. Harry Ramden being sawn off. Several days of whispered clandestine meetings in the hospital’s basement boiler room, resulted in the decision to finally tell the misfortunate patient about the error. Fearful of retribution from the man notoriously known as the Knifeman of Kolkata, the sugg...
Hands in my Lap
Being the oldest child of four and my mom and dad both working full-time five days a week really didn't leave much time for fun getaways at all when I was a child, for my two sisters, my brother, and I. Even just a day at the park was a lot to ask for. But for me, I had an extra special trip to look forward to every weekend. It was going to my grandma's house. Not only was it the greatest place in the world for me as a seven-year-old but fit my grandma was my favorite person throughout my entire childhood. She was a strong and independent woman. She lived alone, worked as a nurse, an...