Irreproachable_Ingrid_Raquel's evolution_Let's skip the foreplay, shall we?
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Irreproachable
The judge read off the list of charges for what seemed like minutes, matching each illegality with its corresponding penalty. She made a mental checklist for each complaint and her counterargument, for what little good it would do. She had already been convicted, there was little legal recourse for her now. Still, it seemed unfair, unjust that she should have to sit and take this; she was the victim, not him. The judge turned away from her and spoke to the jury. “Thank you for your service today. Court is adjourned.” And just like that, it was over. She was to be assigned the blame, and was to...
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It was his last stop of the day. Ingrid Braid was a middle-aged lady with autism. He couldn’t tell by the work order, but the case manager and he talked beforehand. “She’s in 303、 She’s hard of hearing and has a hard time walking so she might be slow coming to the door.” Beverly said. “Sometimes she talks German when she is upset so try not to make her mad” Mark was mapping his route for the next day when he came up with the idea to stop at Ingrid’s apartment last so he could spend more time with the autistic woman. She came from Austria 50 years ago when she was a two-year-old toddler. No on...
Raquel's evolution
Regret is a rare luxury… One day a year she allowed herself to be sad for a few hours. A few hours where she surrendered with reckless abandon to the feeling of abandonment and melancholy. One day a year; her birthday! On the other side of the street, the grass lay like a veil. There was only silence. All sound seemed muffled in the softness of spring. This was only an imaginary silence, for the laughter of a child at play floated through it. The sky shone so pinely bright above the grey outline of the city. Something seemed trapped in that clarity. Everything seemed so unreal, like the elusiv...
Let's skip the foreplay, shall we?
Where I come from people like me are just staff. Tired and hurried, they walk with their heads down and faces closed. Hard workers struggling to make ends meet. It’s not that they are bad, or boring, or that there is anything wrong with them, no. It’s just that they are, well, closed, and so are their faces. Whereas Nino…In the picture I have, Nino sits in front of a painting full of colors and hats – heads in hats, to be precise. And from under the hats, long black braids fall on the backs of uncountable Peruvian women, since all these women turn their backs on the viewer, clearly more intere...