Love Bites_Love Outweighs Genes_AN INCIDENT NEAR SAVANNAH_PENDANT'S KNOT
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Love Bites
“Hey, Babe, look at this.” I glance up, sweaty and flushed, to see my wife holding up a heart-shaped box, colored a sparkly red with some kind of fancy writing on it. It’s the sort of thing you find lining shelves during the build-up to Valentine’s Day. To me, it’s another distraction, and just what we don’t need. “Could you maybe just toss it in the trash can?” I say, gesturing at the mess around us. “We’re kinda busy here.” We’ve been at this for hours now, rummaging around in Grandpa’s attic, trying to sort out the junk from the stuff worth saving. It’s stifling hot up here, the space pack...
Love Outweighs Genes
Marcie pats Tom on the back. “There there,” she says. His coughing fits have become worse and worse. They had moved Tom out of the hospital and back home once they realized there was notwww.onedoor.cc much more they could do for him. The cancer had spread and it was out of the doctor’s control. The first, second, and third opinions agreed he didn’t have much longer. The final doctor suggested to Marcie that he would be more comfortable at home. They set up a hospital bed in the small crowded living room leaving only a foot between the bed and the low couch. Even though they paid for a full-time caret...
AN INCIDENT NEAR SAVANNAH
AN INCIDENT NEAR SAVANNAH. Word Count-1,111U.S. HISTORY-CIVIL WAR. Fiction.Geo Lev.320 Laurel Ave.DesPlaines. IL 60016、773-218-1902、normandy6844@yahoo.com.Sergeant Preston did not feel optimistic. He fought Stuart’s cavalry all the way to Gettysburg last year, boxed him in, and smashed him up. Then, General Meade transferred his veteran cavalry regiment from its beloved Army of the Potomac to Sherman’s Army of the Tennessee. Now, he struggled out here with Confederate General Joe Wheeler looking to kill him. Trouble started when his regiment rode out of Atlanta 15 November 1864 with the city i...
PENDANT'S KNOT
I can barely recognize myself in the mirror. The deep scars on my once beautiful face are only what I see. Nothing more but a scarred soul, staring at its imperfect reflection. I fear that he will come back to finish what he started, like waiting for a nightmare that will never end, all over again. It was nine months ago but I can still feel his icy hands choking my neck, taste his foul breath beneath my tongue and his distant voice keeps me awake every night. He haunts me as a ghost haunts its flesh, its demons. But he is in prison still. So I am safe. I am safe. I am safe. I have to say the ...