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Two faces
When you arrive at the fork choose the path on the right. I stood at the fork staring at the two paths ahead of me. “If my calculations are correct we take the left path. That should lead us to the village. We can warn them in time if we hurry.” I turned to look at the speaker. Robert. My boyfriend of 5 years. We had met while training in the Resistance and we’d been inseparable ever since. We had received news of an upcoming attack on a small city and had been sent ahead to warn them and activate the escape and plan twww.onedoor.cche defence. Robert and I made a good team. We had saved a large number of vi...
Little something (I)
This story is a sequel to Ay, de mi Lorona that you can find on my page.Erwin parked his bike in front of the shop where, like every morning, Ida was cleaning the vitrine with soap and water. His mouth opened to apologise for the late but, as Ida sighed without looking at him, he knew she wouldn't understand.The chime tinkled in the empty shop. Behind sheer glass, silver trays displayed rainbows of sweets, pralines and butter creams. The smell of bitter cocoa, basil meringues and glossy berries reminded him, each time, that pastry chef was the right career move for him. Erwin tied his apron in...
Wishing on Green Eyes
Wishing on Green Eyes“You can tell me anything, you know that.” Man, if only that had been a possibility years ago. How would my life be different now? Would I want to change anything, or did my whole life lead up to this point. I'm staring at green eyes. My god! Those green eyes, I have wanted to tell him since I can remember how I feel about his green eyes. They sparkle and dance and seem to convey a smile without even needing to see the rest of his face. Thank god the accident didn’t blind me, I guess. I don’t want to feel bad for myself, I am lucky enou...
Glow
Jessa could hardly contain her excitement as she rode on the number eighteen bus. She had travelled this route so many times with her summer friends when she was just a girl. A contented kind of nostalgia washed over her as the familiarity of the streets, sun washed as the last sun of the afternoon began to dim. It was a beautiful summer evening, like the kind in romance movies in Italy or Spain. A June day in high summer, just like the halcyon days of her childhood. Her linen dress was flowed softly over her slim figure in aquamarine waves. On her feet that she kept shifting nervously, she ha...