A Special Request_The Nature of the Job_Little Devils_The Good Man
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A Special Request
"This...this is the hill you're willing to die on?"He eyed me for what felt like two years and then finally nodded in the affirmative. I dropped my head in my hands and clawed at my face in frustration."I can't believe we're arguing over this," I muttered, running my hands through my hair to emphasize my point."It's important.""It's really not.""How can you say that?""Because my tastes differ from yours," I countered."But does that make your taste correct?""In this instance, yes."Jim, my current sparring partner, started pacing back and forth. "How can you just dismiss my www.onedoor.ccopinion out of hand."...
The Nature of the Job
The Nature of the JobJack’s ThoughtsJack was in his car, almost at his destination, and he was muttering to himself: ‘So I wanted to become this great nature photographer, but I end up, weekend after weekend, if I’m lucky, being a wedding photographer. At least the site of this wedding could be a beautiful one, a park between a forest and a lake. If I’m lucky, I might be able to see and photograph a deer or some other animal that has natural beauty, not the manufactured looks of the members of your typical wedding party.’ He ended his thoughts with a wolf-like snarl.Jack and Sherry the Weddin...
Little Devils
“Thanks for inviting us,” Tanya says to Jocelyn. The two moms are sitting on a bench at the playground. The orange sky is a mix of sun and volcanic plumes, the temperature a pleasant 320 degrees, and the light breeze carries the scent of decay. “This is such a pretty park.”“My pleasure,” Jocelyn replies. “It must be hard, being new in town. I’m so glad that you joined us! We hold these ‘Mommy and Me’ playdates every Tuesday morning until school starts. Gotta keep the little demons busy!”The kids seem like a well-behaved bunch, Tanya thinks. Three of them are screaming and kicking at each other...
The Good Man
It’s been one of those evenings, you know? My hands were shaking and I couldn’t get my head around what just occurred, over past few days. With my partner - Jake, we’ve been standing on the parking lot under one of these blinking lanterns and with shaking hands covered in mud, clothes ripped and shoes partially falling off our feet. He was passing me one of his sweat soaked, half-broken cigarettes and was trying to start off his favorite lighter. After sixth attempt that rusty, metal trinket finally took off and a flame lighted up my smoke. Couple puffs later, I passed, the faintly shining ora...