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The Reminiscene
Looking at the sky, Anne had sat on the schoolyard chair. The clear blue sky without clouds covered is slightly dazzling her narrow eyes. With a pile of candy wrappers on the table, she is still wiggling her legs since her feet could not reach the floor. It had been almost an hour and candies were the only thing to relieve her boredom.“Today's sky looks more pretty than usual, but you are its reversewww.onedoor.cc. Your name even topped the rankings on today's graduation bulletin. What's bothering you?" A boy's voice startled.A mysterious boy unwittingly sits next to her and takes the only candy left from t...
Life Happens
Communication is key, I remember my caseworker telling me. The scene plays out in my head vividly. She sat in the driver's seat of her little black sedan clutching the steering wheel as though I may try to take it from her at any second. It was almost amusing watching her eyes dart here and there as she navigated the interstate. I pretended to ignore her as I played on my phone in the passenger seat. "You know that, right Lilly," she asked turning a quisitive look towards me. "Communication can be the difference between finding a home and finding yourself in a residential facility.""I know," I...
Broken
“Goodbye, Dad. I will come back on Saturday,” George’s eldest daughter, Alina said while holding her seven-year-old daughter’s small hand. They were going towards their car, parked a little far from George’s house. “Goodbye, grandpa,” Alina’s daughter said with her high-pitched, cute voice, waving her hand vigorously while her other hand was secured in her mom’s tight grip.“Goodbye, Alina, and my favorite grandchild. I will be preparing your favorite pizza next Saturday!” George shouted for his granddaughter to hear him from inside their car. The girl popped her head outside of the car and scr...
Go back to sleep
The van wasn’t white. It had been white, but not anymore. An inch of dust matted it like a wet cat let out to play. No windows were free of the grime. There was no seeing in or out save through a center patch on the windshield.This wasn't a commercial vehicle. It had been a van to drive to soccer practices and little league. Camping trips and the beach.But not anymore.It swerved first left, then right, then managed the middle of the lane. Always just inside the lines, until this once. Over the outside line. Back down the middle. Left, a long curve, then right.The van went this way, weaving ove...