An Unexpected Resolution_Smoke and MIrrors_Perfectly Almond-Shaped Eyes_The Rubik's Cube
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An Unexpected Resolution
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!As the last toll faded, I shifted in my oversized lounge chair, rested my head back, and raised my eyes from my book to look outside. The snow-covered street sat dark and silent compared to the havoc inside the town hall across the street. Since the town’s founding, New Year's Eve was a massive event where everyone gathered together to welcome the new year. Even now, I could see the shadows of the volunteers hurrying back and forth past the windows as they prepared for the celebration. I laid the book on the windowsill and pulled my blanket to my chin as I s...
Smoke and MIrrors
Grace saw the rider approaching from a long way off. The dog’s barking drew her attention to him. Maybe he had news from back East. She called to her toddler, “Go inside Sally. Wait for me there.” Sally ran to Grace with the little sack of meal. “We’ll feed the chickens later, Hon.” She caressed her cheek. Sally’s gaze followww.onedoor.ccwed Shep’s bark. “Who is that, Mommy? Don’t like him.” “I don’t like him either. Stay inside and I’ll send him off.” She patted her bottom. “Go on, now. You wait for me.” Grace followed the girl inside. She checked her pistol and hid it in her skirts. Can’t be too careful ...
Perfectly Almond-Shaped Eyes
TW – animal cruelty, death.Everything was ready for the ritual. I had counted down the days, or more precisely, the nights - since I turned eleven.Looking out over Delltree town, I stood back a little from the sandstone cliff. Holding my torch in one hand, I pulled newspaper and twigs from my rucksack. I roughly fashioned the base of a small fire behind the concrete trig point, partially sheltered from the breeze. Larger sticks and bits of branch from the tree line behind completed my construction.Unpacking the ornate wooden boxes from my rucksack on top of that moonlit hill was exhilarating. ...
The Rubik's Cube
A Rubik’s Cube saved his life.Sam was always such a happy boy. Slow to warm up, yes, but a social butterfly once he got going. Everybody loved him. From his teachers to his school friends, to his family. Hell, even the cashiers at our local supermarket loved him.Such a sunny disposition he had. I even used to call him Sunshine Sammy. But that was before the gray storm clouds moved in and eclipsed his wide smile, leaving his warm brown eyes cold and dark with despair.His favourite song was even filled with sunshine, and I would sing it for him each night as I lay in his bed stroking his golden ...