Peas, Securities and Whatever That Third Thing Was_The faded Feeling_It's Nice Not to be a Possu
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Peas, Securities and Whatever That Third Thing Was
By now Chris knew exactly where to look. Oliver thought he was being clever, but Chris was getting better at predicting his patterns of behaviour and his likely hiding places. Last time, he was found in some kind of shady bar down by the harbour and since he never hid in the same bar twice, logically he would be on the other side of the city. That said, Oliver knew that Chris knew his behaviours so as soon as she realised he was missing, Chris went straight towards the harbour. He would almost definitely be at a bar, or some other place he could get his hands on some alcohol. From what she w...
The faded Feeling
A myriad of messages popped up on my screen. The abandoned WhatsApp group 'BMS engineering batch 2000' rose to life. As I started scrolling down the messages a jerk of excitement, fear and anxiety travelled down my spine. Everyone had agreed for a meet up at 'Hotel Trinity Isle'. I put up a thumbs up accompanied by a smiley. My mind dint quite process the smiley vibe nor the thumbs up. I lay on my bed and a flash of memories opened up one after another. Ten years seemed like yesterday. I could feel the aroma of the wooden benches in my classroom, the chattering of girlwww.onedoor.ccs who never fell in short...
It's Nice Not to be a Possum
Bridgette turned off the alarm and stretched under the covers, under sunbeams that poked through cracks in her curtains. She loved her new row house. She was proud of herself for buying it. Exposed brick, a cobblestone street, a little neighborhood close to shops and cafes, an historic park nearby. Plenty of places for inspiration. Plenty of places to overhear conversations. Perfect for writing. Not quite ready to get up, Bridgette scrolled through emails, texts, tweets, one link led to another link. Rescue me, read the caption below a pathetic-looking baby possum, a sad little Muppe...
First Date
FIRST DATE“Yes”I must have stared at that word for ten minutes. Then I put my phone face down on the passenger seat, dried my palms on my slacks, and tried to slow my racing heart. When I picked up the phone again, that word, that wonderful word, was still smiling at me.I stepped out of the car into the crisp morning air. Not a cloud in the sky. As I crossed the parking lot a flock of blackbirds burst from a nearby tree, racing above my head in one tight circle before returning to their branches, their song calling for the sun to peak one eye over the horizon.It was going to be a great day.Tom...