The Death of Comfort_DINNER IN DENVER_Dear Me_Going Back to You
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The Death of Comfort
She looked back at her life, revisiting memories of her past in a photo album. She had a more nuanced perspective now however. All those memories, taunting her, reminding her of all that she once had that was now gone. That trip to Italy, those family beach trips, birthday dinners, all of them. Photos of a time that she had once looked so fondly at, now remind her that she mourns something that may have only existed in her mind. She knew that her circumstances were at least partly her fault. She had stayed too long at the party, because she had feared what she may have missed if she had depart...
DINNER IN DENVER
Mike Wynan made the trip to Long Island for his sister’s wedding in the autumn of 1979、 Mike Wynan was now about to board the first of three planes for his return trip home to El Paso. He thought about mwww.onedoor.ccany things during his uneventful flight. Mike Wynan thought how he and many others were fooled by fate. Being just two years older than his sister, Kathy Wynan, enabled both brother and sister to share a large group of mutual friends. Tommy Jarvis dated Kathy Wynan for a number of years and it had generally been assumed that they would one day marry.Except, at the wedding ceremony, Kat...
Dear Me
Dear Me Written by Cynthia NewbyKimmy sat in her rocking chair in her bedroom with her faithful companion and best friend, Luna. Luna slept in her dog bed not far from Kimmy. She just returned to the house after she retrieved the mail. She didn't like going outside much, but no one else was home. Something inside her nudged her to check the mailbox. She noticed that the letter was addressed to her. She had no idea who would write her. She almost threw it away as she thought it was just someone playing a prank on her, taunting her, or bullying her somehow. Instead, she turned her stereo on, put...
Going Back to You
The laptop screen is open, your old profile is there staring at me. There’s a fear in my chest. I feel like you don’t want to hear from me. I’ve done nothing wrong but leave, which might be the biggest infraction. Your eyes glimmer with a boyish touch. I told you how much loved that picture years ago. I can’t help but think it’s why you’ve left it all this time.My small message sits there, and I almost think you won’t respond. I’ve sat here for half an hour, the laptop open, terrified to close it, with my eyes trained on the television, on the crotchet needle in my hand and the bit of yarn I’m...