Exchange of Letters_The Longest Goodbye_Ragged bark_Coffehouse
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Exchange of Letters
The ball hit the glass, and the glass cracked with a loud noise. Moss slapped his head and said to himself, "I am not ready to go through this again."Bellowing in anger, Nome came out of his house and roared, "You insolent fool! I will not spare you this time." He grabbed the broom and ran after Moss.Moss ran for his life yelling, "You old bum will never be able to catch me."Moss rushed inside his house and locked the door behind him. Nome banged the door and said, "Get out at once, or you will never get your football back."Nome's threat was replied with silence. Nome waited for a few minutes...
The Longest Goodbye
The clock read 10:00 am. Blake had one more hour left before he had to leave to catch his train. He glanced down at his list of things to do before leaving. Most of the items were completed, he just had to talk to a few people. Blake took in a deep breath. This was going to be the hard part.The doorbell rang and Blake walked over to the window to see who it was. It was his brother, Dan. He already talked to Dan yesterday and told him what was going on. This visit was not going to help. Blake needed to get rid of his brother as quickly as possible.Blake opened the door slowly. “Heh, what are yo...
Ragged bark
My ragged bark streaked with tears, with ashes, and with paint.Long ago, the paint came first.It happened when the woman came to paint me. Not to paint on me, but to make a portrait of me. Or at least, I think that's what she was doing. The blonde sat opposite me, looking up every half a minute, earnestly scrutinising me, focusing on every detail. It made me feel a bit shy, but I quite liked it.She frequently came to the forest to paint. Sometimes it was the sunset, or the sunrise, or the night sky, or an animal, or the little creek with crystal-clear water running near me. It never occurred t...
Coffehouse
It was getting dark outside. We just sat there, opposite each other with a small round table in between us -- black coffee on my side, caramel frappe on hers. A bleak air of awkwardness was enveloping around us. We could barely look at each other eye to eye. I didn’t want to sit by the window where passersby outside could witness our humiliating and yet delicate disputes, like we were on display as the main attraction of the coffeehouse, but she was already seated there when I arrived. “I hear you got a new job,” she said with her eyes looking down at her frappe. “Yeah,” I replied. “I work a...