Wendy, Never After_A Tunnel to Remoteness_Family Matters_So, I've got this plan
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Wendy, Never After
Day Four Hundred and Thirty-SevenTinkerbell still won’t speak to me.She keeps insisting that I used her shampoo. I did no such thing. If I even attempted to pick up the bottle, I would crush it instantly. Her accusations used to be easy to brush off, but now they crawl up my skin like the forest bugs that swarm us every night after dinner. This place is meant to be some sort of Paradise, and yet, it has all the trappings of every other tropical island. Insects, humidity, birds that look like rodents and rodents that look like birds. Peter says he finds all of this charming, but that’s only bec...
A Tunnel to Remoteness
Inside the cabin a man sits near the fireplace, a single lamp illuminates just a corner of the floor in the cabin. On a hewn log frame day bed with bolsters and pillows he sits propped up reading with his back to the light and fire. Dressed in a worn plaid wool shirt the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he appears comfortable. The weathered wrinkles and lines in his aged face begin to tell the story of www.onedoor.cchis existence. His hair long and unkempt is gathered in a pony tail which runs down his back. He stops reading and sets the book face down on his lap. He closes his eyes in deep thought. His...
Family Matters
They stood amongst the vehicles parked in the crematorium car park and watched a robin. Its chest a dash of bright colour against the surrounding grey. Dry leaves were lodged around the tyres of an SUV and it hopped around amongst these, periodically pausing, head erect, checking the visitors out, before resuming its jerky activity. Every now and again a gust of chill wind would stir the rusty leaves, and the bird would fly off, only to return when the movement ceased. Caitlin took a deep drag of her cigarette enjoying the taste on her lips, the slight dizziness a few moments later, and then t...
So, I've got this plan
I’ve got a plan. I’ve been very frustrated writing short stories over the six years since my retirement. Every week I responded to one of the prompts, thought that what I’d done was good, but end up far from winning. I’ve had a solid think about this recently, and I came up with an idea that will improve my chances, make my stories more acceptable to the judging audience. I wrote several successful textbooks when I was still a professor at college. And in each case I began the book by laying out what the chapters were to be, and the basics of what I wanted to say in each one. It always worked...