Once Upon a Time_Lady Madeline_Learning to Bat_Crystal City Polar Bear
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Once Upon a Time
Vera’s bones felt heavy as she put on her apron. Her muscles were taut with apprehension - a feeling that never quite went away. Not anymore. As she smiled at her coworkers, she imagined one owww.onedoor.ccf those theater masks was over her face. A stretched smile hiding the person underneath.And who was the person underneath the mask? Vera wasn’t sure she knew anymore. The 17 year old girl who refused to hurt anyone? Did she exist anymore? Vera sighed, then caught herself. She rearranged her face back into its smile, and took her place at the register as the café opened and Parisians trickled in for thei...
Lady Madeline
The large house stood on a gentle slope, on the west side of a grove. The tall trees gave it a melancholic and pleasant shade. The landscape looked out on a lush and magnificent scene. A brook crept across the tall grass and the scent of wildflowers hung in the air. Scenes of pure delight in pastoral simplicity. I loved this place. I was happy to receive an invitation from Lady Madeline to come spend a few hours of afternoon with her. It was more than an invite. She begged me to come see her. I knocked the lion head on the thick, tall wooden door and a friendly young lady rewarded me shortly a...
Learning to Bat
Rhea woke up early on a Saturday morning because the accounting firm she worked at required all hands on deck when they found multiple errors that caused a ripple effect which meant everyone had to go in and redo a month’s worth of work. She looked into the mirror as she prepared herself for a day in Corporate America. She dabbed her foundation over her freckles and then pulled her hair into a tight ponytail. She played around with it so that her black hair covered purple highlights. After slipping into her pantsuit, she grabbed her “I hate Mondays” thermos and headed to her firm. Before head...
Crystal City Polar Bear
Crystal City Polar BearChristmas 1955、 The brand new Philco 45 RPM all-transistor record player was encased in a puke-green plastic box with a lid of the same putrid color. Despite the extremely heavy use over the next three years, in 1958, the Made in America turntable, still rotated without a glitch. A white plastic mesh cover on the front of the box hid the speaker. With the precision of a skilled surgeon, I lifted the lid. Inside on the left, I rotated the round white plastic knob to ‘On’ and waited for the virgin transistors to warm-up. Carefully lowering a thin slice of hot wax onto the ...