Nothing Changes_The Apartment_Past Recovery_Family Matters
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Nothing Changes
Oscar Whiteford walked off the stage, not entirely displeased by the applause still sounding in the crisp December air. The mayor – a stocky, efficient woman loved by everyone – steppewww.onedoor.ccd forward to congratulate him on another fantastic New Year’s greeting.Oscar accepted the paper cup of mulled wine one of the organisers handed him. His throat felt dry as it always did after giving a speech. After all the years of public speaking, he still felt like he had to raise his voice, microphone or not.He strolled out of the tent where the evening’s next attractions were preparing to go on stage. The cro...
The Apartment
As she stood next to the impressive charcuterie board nibbling on a cube of smoked gouda, Davina tried to focus on the positive aspects of her situation. The food options far exceeded her expectations for a party hosted by a college senior. The punch was likely just sparkling wine and pomegranate liquor, but it was actually decent wine (at least now, in the early part of the evening). Her drinks were free, and she had a free sober ride home. She didn’t know anyone there besides her sister, a senior at Emory who had dragged her to this party, but at least she didn’t have to discuss why...
Past Recovery
It had been twenty-four years since I'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Except that now I was in my forties and wearing my police uniform.Parking along the street, I expected to see my mother's mailbox. But it wasn't there anymore. Instead, a new rustic mailbox stood near where the driveway met the street. It read: The Campbells. It was shut and a red flag was lying horizontally beside it.I looked both ways before crossing the street, then walked up to the front door and knocked on it.It opened and an unfamiliar woman with shoulder-length silver hair and green eyes looked ...
Family Matters
They stood amongst the vehicles parked in the crematorium car park and watched a robin. Its chest a dash of bright colour against the surrounding grey. Dry leaves were lodged around the tyres of an SUV and it hopped around amongst these, periodically pausing, head erect, checking the visitors out, before resuming its jerky activity. Every now and again a gust of chill wind would stir the rusty leaves, and the bird would fly off, only to return when the movement ceased. Caitlin took a deep drag of her cigarette enjoying the taste on her lips, the slight dizziness a few moments later, and then t...