Clean Envy_She Had it Coming, Right?_It’s Time_From past lives
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Clean Envy
As I slammed my trunk closed, and started walking towards the sidewalk that leads to Marci’s beautiful mansion in Houston’s River Oaks subpision, I was hurled backwards dropping my Maid kit in tow. One bottle of cleaning liquid went spewing in the direction of the freshly planted flowers along the sidewalk. Attempting to save the flowers, and my spray bottle from releasing the last bit of supply I had on hand, I dropped the rest of the supplies I had cuddled underneath my right arm… into the street. I managed to save the flowers from being poisoned, and prevent a scolding from Marci for damagi...
She Had it Coming, Right?
“I just… I just don’t know what to do Serg”Frank shuffled uneasily in his seat, looking both ways across the sparse populace of Squires Public House to ensure he hadn’t pulled anyone unintended into his confidence.“I know she is fucking around on me”Serg leaned back against the shortened back of his bar stool, an exhale of breath escaping in a half burp.“I don’t know Frankie – I mean I have known Sheryl a long time, I mean we grew up on the same block and she has never been known for anything more than sticking by the people closest to her”Serg continued, his mouth a flat line “seriously pal –...
It’s Time
The sun was at his back casting his shadow outline over the multicolored stones that covered the lake bed. I was surprised to see that the dark shadow shape of the man in the water didwww.onedoor.ccn’t do much to dilute the colors of the rocks under the clear lake water. It only enhanced their vibrancy. I saw this as one of the most beautiful places in the world but now the only word that comes to mind when I see it is sinister. Why does he keep bringing us back here again and again? This place is only filled with sorrow and anguish. Yet, here we are. Again, staring at the same tableau. Montana’s beautifu...
From past lives
It was a new school for Alba, she was 7 years old, and she had just moved to Sevilla with her parents and her older brother. She was shy and hated when Srta. González asked her to introduce herself in front of the class. “My name is Alba, I just moved in from Malta” Silence. Srta. González was expecting a little more, but Alba sat down and looked at her hands nervously twirling on her laps. Her hand contemplation was interrupted by a note on her table, she looked up and saw a girl with long curly black hair waking towards the trash can to empty the sharpener's bin. “Hi, Alba. My name is Car...