Wild Ride_Deathbed_The snake plant_There’s Something About Rome
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Wild Ride
“I just can’t anymore. It’s over.”Drake lingered on the phone a moment longer, hoping Danielle would change her mind, but knowing she wouldn’t. www.onedoor.ccThey’d been heading in this direction for a long time. She’d been talking about leaving him for years, he just refused to take it seriously. He didn’t want to be alone again. He couldn’t fight his demons by himself.“Goodbye,” she said when he didn’t say more.He was so tired of trying. She was right. It was over.He pulled his phone away from his head to find she’d already hung up. Just as well.Drake stared at the dark sky, any beauty obscured by the li...
Deathbed
Dear Brian, We now are in our twilight years, myself, bedridden and at death's door from years of abuse. I can’t help but think about our glory days. We both were fierce competitors. Although it may not have seemed it, I had tremendous admiration for you. It went far beyond that, in truth, I had a fear of you. It derived from my own inadequacies. You see, I have always been jealous of your talent. It started shortly after we first met, I’ve heard of you prior but still expected to beat you. At that time, in my mind, I was unbeatable. In our first competition, you proved that to be untrue. I ha...
The snake plant
‘It’s not fair!’ Shelly burst out, the weight of her despair was so strong that she folded under it on the blue velvet chaise lounge in her new home in Kensington.‘Which idiot, which absolute idiot does this?’ Her husband, Dan of thirty-three years glared at her, pacing back and forth, his skin flaring up in red blotches. He dug his thumbs deeper into the lapels of his corduroy coat.'Oh, don't start.' Shelly's usual satin-like blond hair was standing at odd places and her eyeliner had begun to crease her crows feet.'This is so typical of you!' He hissed, swiping a ceramic figurine off the side...
There’s Something About Rome
Sweat dripped from her forehead and her white cotton shirt, soaked. Sally could have sat inside the cafe, the air con could have cooled her down. Instead, she sat outdoors because the view was better. Pavement cafes lined up on that narrow cobblestoned street. Bougainvillea vines crawled down from the second floor of the building down to the glass windows of the cafes, albeit neatly cut. Café Romana, that’s where she sat; its wooden tables topped with lacey white runners, chairs were cushioned with either pink and white or mint green and white stripes. White ceramic vases with artificial pink ...