ONE LOOK AT HONEY ROAD_When the Plumbing Went Wrong_Rendezvous Point_A Hero
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ONE LOOK AT HONEY ROAD
'Goodbye', she said hastily and hurried out into the passage. As she swiftly ran down the stairs she heard him sobbing. A short pause and then peals of uncontrolled wailing. Suddenly she felt sad as she pictured Amos alone all day, everyday, with no one to talk to. By the time she reached the bottom of the hill she turned back and could still see their house in the distance. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took one last look at Honey road. I must keep still, she thought.’ Everything will work out just fine, she convinced herself as she walked further away from what used to be her lif...
When the Plumbing Went Wrong
“That’ll be fine,” said Naomi, when the smartly dressed young woman with the intimidatingly sincere smile on the Reception Desk at the Sea Breeze holiday village told her of the new arrangements. But she was barely out of the reception area with its tamed cacti and unnaturally glossy yucca plants when she thought. No. No it isn’t fine at all. Why did I say it? She knew why she had said it, and there was not one reason, but two, and they were intertwined and contradictory. Naomi had known what manuals written for counsellors call Challenging Times. She knew what it was to sleep rough, and to ek...
Rendezvous Point
Olivia sat on the bench, fighting both her confusion and her growing panic. Something, she thought, had gone very wrong. At least she could rest here for a moment, gather her thoughts. She’d often used the bench as a meeting place; it was on top of a hill and she could see anyonewww.onedoor.cc approaching from a long way off. It would give her a chance to plan her next move. At least so far no-one seemed to have noticed her escape. It had been remarkably easy, she thought, to get away from the establishment where they had been holding her, for goodness knew how long. She went over the events of the last few...
A Hero
Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived in a small village. I met him at the bus stop near my university. There he was, a young gentleman in a T-shirt. He had nothing in particular to catch my attention. At that time, I was waiting for a bus to go back home as soon as possible because I needed to write an academic essay on “The Natural Environment.” To be honest, I did not know how to start it. There were fears of failing the course and negative feelings in my mind. My situation is “like a meaningless pebble on the road, bound for nowhere.” ⓵ - “Hello, how are you?” the man talked ...