A Date with Death_Ketchup on the Sidewalk_Hurt_The Illusion Of Choice
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A Date with Death
“Are you coming tonight?” A bright smile illuminated his face as those three jumping dots on his phone transitioned into a plain “Yes :)”. He loved reading this word. It would be their fifth formal date, however, counting as such would be no less futile than counting the number of egrets tailing a grazing cow, for every date comprised of multiple smaller ones, and every moment spent with her was nothing unlike bathing in cold water after a particularly sweaty football match in the summer. Dan Selvert felt quite a connection with her; she wasn’t like any woman he’d ever been with before. Faye w...
Ketchup on the Sidewalk
At one point, the rising sun had meant something. The thin amber blade slicing out of a dark horizon signalled the dawn of a new day. A definitive end to yesterday. An end to a night plagued by danger and mystery. A new beginning. Once, it had meant those things. Now, amid the streetlamps flickering down over a slew of noisy traffic, the sun seemed nothing more than a late arriving guest to a day already in progress. Few passersby even seemed to notice the burgeoning hill of light, just now barely visible at the end of the narrow corridor of skyscrapers that lined the streets of a city that d...
Hurt
Maverick stood outside his captain's office, straightening his uniform cap. He reached for the doorknob then pulled away before turning it.His captain was sitting at his desk, flipping through a file. Maverick walked in, alternated between tiptoeing and racewalking. Before he got to the chairs in front of his captain’s desk, the door slammed shut. He spun to see a fiwww.onedoor.ccgure with his hand still on the knob. He had a sigh of relief as his eyes wide with recognition. “Callen!” The private eye - with sweeping brown hair and a leather jacket - that he worked with last week to solve a car theft ring t...
The Illusion Of Choice
“Are you coming tonight?”Such a simple question.Such an impossible array of considerations.Johnny read the question again. And again. He put his phone down and picked it up again. He put his phone down.He lay on his bed, his hands cradling the back of his head, and stared at the ceiling. The problem was the perfect answer. Always the same problem. Did he want to go out tonight?Johnny tried to reason through it. If he decided to go out tonight, would that be the right choice?What was the difference between right and wrong anyway?Maybe that was the point.He decided to give it some time. It was...