In Just Ten Seconds_Believe Your Lady_Six Shades of Splendid_A Case of Criminal Obedience
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In Just Ten Seconds
BackgrounderThree Friday NightsSam met Sue at a party. It was on a Friday night. They were both reaching for the same butter tart on the treat table, the last one. Their hands met unintentionally. They both laughed and then pided up the tart into two equal pieces. Thus began a conversation that lasted until the end of the party. They discovered that they had so much in common – love of hiking, canoeing, dogs, and beer. It seemed to Sam thawww.onedoor.cct he just might have finally met the woman he could spend the rest of his life with.They went out twice on successive Friday nights, both times they spent ...
Believe Your Lady
James Dag Flood is a Registered Nurse with twenty years’ experience at the bedside among the sick and dying. The nurse remains on duty despite “burn out” – about which he’ll tell you: “don’t believe in burn out, don’t believe in cures. I’ve met Jesus Christ and believe in healing. Amen.”Flood maintained a steady gaze at his eldest child's check for Two-hundred and pondered the consequence of cashing it. The nurse had tonight off after six straight. The clock on his bedroom radio read 12:08 when he awoke after four hours of disrupted sleep, including numerous dreams about the local racetrack, w...
Six Shades of Splendid
Saturday had already turned out to be six shades of splendid and it wasn’t even 9 A.M. yet. To begin with, he had rolled out of bed this morning with nary an ache or a pain throughout his entire body. Now that was a welcomed rarity at his age. Then there was the fact that he wasn’t feeling the least bit hung-over. Even after a fun-filled Friday night of heavy drinking and ingesting some cannabis edible in the form of a passion fruit flavored lollipop which purportedly contained a whopping 66 milligrams of THC. Next, after brushing his teeth and enjoying a bracing shower, the toenail of the big...
A Case of Criminal Obedience
Old Moritz Koppe’s bungalow living room emptied in dribs and drabs throughout the evening. Family members from across the board, some of whom he hadn’t seen for decades, and whom lived as far away as Nebraska and Argentina, and even back in Germany, had come to pay their respects and nibble on the hastily prepared buffet that Marie, his wonderful daughter-in-law, had put together the previous evening.As the last relatives trickled out — an odd couple of distance cousins from Michigan with an endless stream of tales about the “horrors” in the slums of Flint and Detroit — old Moritz’s son, Sam,...