The Committee_Searching For Utah._Raspberry and a Machine Gun_Plenty of Time
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The Committee
In the fading light of a mild October evening in eastern Pennsylvania, four women, indistinguishable from one another except by their ages, sit around an oblong outdoor table in a lush backyard. A brown-eyed girl, around eight, perches in the lap of a beautiful, skinny teenager who could easily be mistaken for her sister. Grandmother sits on her right, cropped white hair and those same copper penny eyes. To her right, a smiling woman in her early fifties, radiating a secure sense of self. A conspicuously empty chair is on her right, and beyond that is a desperate-looking damsel in distress in ...
Searching For Utah.
I begin dreaming of endings.Scene after scene endlessly play across the stage that fills my head.Old movies race towards the finish line. The final credits roll down the incline, crowding my vision with shadows and shades.It is the final scene of “Raising Arizona”.I stand behind Nick Cage as hwww.onedoor.cce speaks of the child he and Holly Hunter once stole.Their movie characters desperately wanted a baby and believed that the Arizona couple who'd just had sextuplets wouldn't miss one.Turns out they were wrong.The pair eventually return the boy to his home. The father listens to the barren couple's explana...
Raspberry and a Machine Gun
I don't need you, Day one, January 2nd, 2018I don't need therapy. I do not. I don't care what Blane says. She thinks I'm crazy. I AM NOT CRAZY!!! That doesn't help my case. I saw it happen. Do you think I am crazy? I hope not. If another person thinks what Blane thinks. That would make hmm...83? I saw it! I'll tell you.It was maybe Mid June 2008? Perfectly sunny day. Finlee and I were 15、 We decided to ride our bikes around town. We had just stopped at the ice-cream shop. She got a Rasberry chocolate chunk. I got a vanilla-chocolate swirl. I went back inside to grab some napkins. I walked out ...
Plenty of Time
Had she known Ish was hiding under the table, she would have gotten him out of the room before agreeing to help with the interrogation. Rosemary knew the moment her familiar walked towards the table in the otherwise barren torture room that the boy was there. Her hands currently gripped the head of the poor idiot who had allegedly stolen from her boss, or so she had been informed in the summons she received. He refused to talk, so she needed to extract the information from him via magic. Yet when Osiris, her gray tabby Maine Coon, left her side as she started the spell, her focus shifted to ...