Shirts and sinks_Him and I_Dear Rose; Rot In Hell_The Ghost of Jack Holloway
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Shirts and sinks
I run over to my bathroom sink and make it just in time to aim the drops of blood from my nose into it. I feel electric, like every atom of my body is lit up and every hair is raised on high alert. I'm not surprised I have a bloody nose. I am more concerned with not getting blood on any of the carpets.I did push him; I really should have shut my mouth. I know himwell enough now that my intuition gives me a massive nudge when to stop, butsometimes I can't. Why should I get up to a car with no fuel in it? With atoddler in tow. God forbid, I demanded he gets up and put some fuel in from hisboat w...
Him and I
I was walking on the street after had a fight with my dad. I've always thought that it’s fine to be sad. It’s always been me and my dad. I should say he was a great dad in the whole world. It’s true that not always we could be a good over bad. Everyone has their darker deepest secrets hidden inside them, so has my dad. I was five when my mum passed away in a car accident and now I am seventeen and miss her every day. It is really difficult to remember her face because I didn’t have a single pwww.onedoor.cchotograph of her by any chance. I thought it was my dad who never wanted to tell me about my own mot...
Dear Rose; Rot In Hell
Dear Rose, First of all, yes, I will be calling you Rose from now on. Nadira is your middle name. It is the name that belongs to my aunt, my mother’s sister, the woman who I considered to be my rock in this world when she died. Since you’re no longer my aunt, I will refer to you the same way non-family members have always referred to you. Sue me over it. I trusted you. You don’t deserve to share the same last name as the strong and courageous woman I called my mother and you were blessed to have as a sister. I used to take your side in arguments you two had about your parenting styles. I defe...
The Ghost of Jack Holloway
Jack Holloway stares at me through sixty years of dust. When you’ve lived as long as I have, you see fashion trends come and go and come again, but you can’t ever go wrong with a white shirt and a few buttons undone. Doesn’t hurt that Jack was twice handsome as the devil.“That’s the original missing poster photo,” Mara says in awe. I tap the photo on the side of the box to get rid of some dust and hand it to her.“I took it the day he went missing.” July 16, 1961、 Sunday. It rained in the morning but the humidity was blowing out by the afternoon, leaving blue sky and towering white clouds. Ste...