At No Time_Florrie and Alfie's Best Project_Without a trace_Helplessly Homeless
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At No Time
The alarm woke me up to a house in absolute silence… meaning sometime in the night the power had gone out. “Wow perfect timing” I quipped to my cardiac alert dog Ginger Pie. (or Geepers! Depending on the www.onedoor.ccoccasion) Ginger had her own problems, with the power went the heat. I threw some wool socks on and went down a few stairs of my little house to start a fire in the fireplace just to thaw out some. Ginger gratefully curled up by the fireplace while I made a cup of tea. I looked at the clock while grabbing a gluten free Biscotti. “Oh my gosh! Is that the time?” I said under my breath. I grabbe...
Florrie and Alfie's Best Project
She turned the corner and there it was. ‘The white, weatherboard house at the end of the street’, was how her mother had always described it. But the street was in fact an avenue. An avenue of remembrance, lined with tall, sturdy, horse-chestnut trees. Their highest branches meeting to form a triumphal arch, that gave the avenue a church-like aspect.The trees had been planted with great ceremony and reverence, after the Great War, by those left behind, grieving and seeking solace in nature. A tree planted for every fallen soldier of the town, never to return home. And each spring, the tree...
Without a trace
“Oi, Cass, you ready to go?”I looked up from tying my shoe,“Almost, do you have the getaway car set up?”Glen smiled,“Had it set up last night.”I stood and crossed the room to him,“What’s in your pocket?” He tilted his head, feigning innocence. He was a good liar, but I knew my best friend and my ears were acute.“Glen, there’s something making a rustling sound in your pocket, maybe paper, a flyer, or something, what is it?”He didn’t budge so I slipped my hand into his coat pocket, pulling out, as I had guessed, a flyer. It was a wanted poster, I didn’t even know they still made these. What surp...
Helplessly Homeless
Sitting at the table reading. She didn't want to think about where she was and how she got there. Something she will never understand is how either of her parents thought this was a solution for her. Kick her to the curb, homeless. Her three younger brothers never had to do this. They never had to worry if they asked for something if it would cost them a place to sleep that night. Turning the page of her book, she shook the thought from her mind. She didn't want to think about it right now. She was at a shelter. She would be ok. She could defend herself if she had to and so far people have lef...