Lemmings down the Drain_The Widow’s Guest Room_Hallway to Home_Of Course I Still Love You
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Lemmings down the Drain
Wind weaves through the curtains, trips up paper cups, crushed candy on the coffee table, around which you tiptoe, treading the cigarette ashings of the unconscious and departed guests deep into the soft plum carpet. There was music - loud, thumping – now there is not. Now there is the soft puffing sound of the carpet under your feet. The soft puffing sound of the wind and the curtains. The soft puff and sizzle of the embers between my fingers that I can just see past the tip of my nose. Why do you clean? I whisper. You drift, the heels of your alligator leather boots only just brush the plu...
The Widow’s Guest Room
The elderly lady stood in the doorway of the empty guest room, leaning heavily against the doorframe, sighing softly. It had been a month since her last guests. The last guests weren’t the neatest of people, but they were friendly and helpful, if not a bit forgetful at times. She moved into the room and began to slowly straighten it up for her next guests...whoever and whenever that would be. Though she should’ve cleaned up the room when the guests left, she just needed a break, a long break. The guest room wasn’t always a guest room. It had once belonged to her only son years ago. She had lef...
Hallway to Home
As Betty opened her eyes, she saw a tall, brown dresser. There was large writing on the drawers. They were labels. Socks and underwear. Pants. Short-sleeved shirts. Long-sleeved shirts. The sunlight streamed in through the window. She sat up in bed, felt her feet on the ground, and noticed a pair of purple slippers right there at the base of her bed. She slipped them on and started to shuffle through a maze of strange hallways. The artwork on the walls featured bright, happy scenes. A painting of a child being bathed by his mother. A beautiful photo sandy beach on the ocean with a brilliant su...
Of Course I Still Love You
The humidity in the air was thick, like wading through a hot bog that covered every inch of the aiwww.onedoor.ccr on the dock. The sun was high in the blue, cloudless sky, and sweat was beading down Jeff’s neck to his already soaked t-shirt. The final touches were being made to the vessel. Unlike other ships, this one required a substantially greater amount of pre-departure tasks. Parked in the JAXPORT Cruise Terminal, which occupied the northwest corner of the Dames Point Marine Terminal in the Port of Jacksonville, the large, flat barge rocked gently along the lapping waves of the concrete foundations. ...