The Witch of Montefiore_Game Changer_"But He Cheated On Me!"_Loosing Tim
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The Witch of Montefiore
“I want… to see my daughter…” The woman rasped her words slowly, but with distress. Her time was nearly up. That was alright. Aviva had gotten all she needed. The woman was a florist. She had loved gardening ever since she was little. Her favorite flower was a chrysanthemum. She had been 89 when she died eleven years ago. “I want to see…my daughter...” She --Dalia was her name-- spoke with tired urgency. Her lucidity was wavering. She was repeating her words, unable to form new thoughts. It was time to let her rest. Aviva had her hand resting gently on Dalia’s ankle, and from where her hand wa...
Game Changer
Charlie was almost to the exit when one of the Oil Company Security guys caught up to him."Mr. Masradi would still be interested in your jacket sir!"Oh, Masradi. The head of that group from the Globex International Oil Company that had been haranguing him for the last five days.They showed up on the second day of Charlie's run and they had become a constant thorn in his side.Earlier that evening, after a particularly bad beat, Charlie had lost with Aces in the hole to Masradi's stupid, devil-may-care play style owww.onedoor.ccf betting with nothing and despite not caring if he won or lost, managed to luck o...
"But He Cheated On Me!"
Clank! Damn it, the shovel hit another rock. I bent down to move it away, and felt a chill run up my back. I managed to pick up the stone before the automatic chill ensued. “Uh, this is hard work.” I groaned as I straightened back up, feeling the full blast on the wind. I just managed to throw the rock in the giant pile before I could hear her complain again. “This is taking forever!” She danced in place, with her hands in her puffy coat. “Well, I mean if you actually managed to climb down in this hole with me to help; you would be warm and it would go quicker.”“I already told you there is ...
Loosing Tim
A scorching hot day, even though it was mid October. The kids, in the backseat, were consumed by their devices. We pulled up to the school parking lot, outlined by a roundabout for parent pick up and drop off. I cut the engine and the whir of the A/C cut off. My Wife, Cindy, reached over touching my hand on the steering wheel encouragingly a small warm smile on her face as she looked over at me. It had been tough for us to have to move back home from the city and she was making the best of it. Even at nearly 100 degrees all week, it felt like a heavy cloud was following over my head threate...