The Opposite Face_Take the Wheel_Not Fair_In the Morning There is Light
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The Opposite Face
It was the slamming of the car door that woke me. I flipped over, and felt his side of the bed; ice cold. My hand grazed where his chest should’ve been, but was met only by mattress. I heard voices coming from the driveway, so I hastily got to my feet and sped to the window. Looking out at the darkened street, a few lights dotted around, it wasn’t easy to make a clear image of the world. It was easy enough to see him with her in a close embrace though. I suppose they thought they were safe, in the dead of night. No one around, low visibility, it was the perfect opportunity to sneak a kiss. Lit...
Take the Wheel
Tara watched as the silver commuter car rounded the corner. If it were her in the driver’s seat, easing to a stop by the curb, her mom wouldn’t have had to come for her. If she could even just be a passenger in a friend’s car, none of this would have happened.“You going to be okay?”Tara shrugged. “Thanks for bringing me here and letting me stay,” she told her friend. She stood, already prepared for the argument on the car ride home.Her friend smiled sympathetically and left her with a pat on the shoulder.Tara didn’t say a word when she met her mom halfway up her friend’s driveway. The two of ...
Not Fair
TW: trafficking, kidnappingJane spotted the Orion’s Belt as she raised her double hung window to let the smoke out. She leaned on the window pane and tilted her head to have a better look. She could recognise Meisa, Bellatrix, Betelgeuse at the crown. At its leg was ‘Regal’ or was it ‘Rigel’? She couldn’t remember. She was long past her Kindergarten days as a toddler as well as a teacher. She had been a preschool teacher for two years fresh after graduating high school, at the local KG where Mr. Victor was the principal. That was until Mr. Victor got married and his newly wed wife filled up J...
In the Morning There is Light
His heart was broken walking out on the kids like that. He tossed the olive green duffel bag in the trunk but did not yet close it. Standing there with his hands restingwww.onedoor.cc on the trunk edge, head hanging low, his eyes were closed. He was aware that when he shut the trunk he would see his children staring at him through the front room window with the same tear-streaked faces he saw just a few moments ago as he closed the front door. He couldn’t face it again. He knew he’d either break like shattered glass or run in for one more hug, to say he was sorry one more time. But going back inside was not...