Denial_best friend, first love, both lost_Desperate_Disney-Pittsburgh
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Denial
Katherina waited for John for two hours on the park bench. There is no sign of him. She is becoming anxious and her fingers are trembling at the edges. Within a very short time the sun will disappear. She becomes dubious in the dark, mainly when she is alone. It’s been six months since they got engaged. Looking at the ring she almost cried. When the tear left her eye, slid across her skin and fell on earth obeying gravity, she felt touched on her shoulder by another person’s hand. Her whole body agitated for that surprising touch.“You haven’t changed a bit.” Said John removing his hand from ...
best friend, first love, both lost
Limp weeds crushed under rain boots. Chubby hands intertwined.Bright smiles. Rosy cheeks and noses. Squeals of laughter filling the www.onedoor.ccair.That was the earlier memory of the Spring Festival he could recall. It was rainy. And that would be enough of an excuse for the vendors and money makers to ask for a ‘rain date’. But, never once, had Tailes delayed their Spring Festival, and being superstitious people by nature they refused to be the ones to start a trend of delayed events.In the muggy weather. The air was warm and humid. Kids ran around, wetting the cuffs of their jeans with rainwater that ma...
Desperate
The door was yanked open, and a wealthy man stood in the doorway, anger in every line of his face and body. “What is it?” He demanded.“Please, sir. I need work. I’m willing to do anything. I could work in your stables or in your kitchen.”“You’re a stranger. Why would I let you in my house?” He looked me over, frowning. “You look like a thief.”“I promise I won’t take anything from you except what I’m owed.”“What you're owed? Who are you to say what you're owed?” He scowled at me. “There’s no muscle on you. Your skin and bones. You wouldn’t last long and then I’d have to hire someone else.”I ste...
Disney-Pittsburgh
“That’s the thing about Pittsburgh…its history,” I told Mom, trying to get her on our side. She and Dad had been arguing—discussing, they would say—about which virtual Disney adventure we should take for summer vacation. Mom wanted to go to Disney—MallWorld, back to when people walked from store to store, fingered merchandise, and sometimes physically, not virtually, tried on clothes, actually putting them on their germ-ridden bodies. Mom thought it would be exciting. I thought it would be boring, and so did Dad. My Father and Mother’s argument became so fierce that it activated each...