Back From Outer Space_Illusions of contentment._Follow The Rules_Sit and Stare
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Back From Outer Space
“Hey, Captain Caveman is back!” “…I’m sorry, what!?” “We thought you was lost forever. We even took bets as to if we’d ever see you alive again.” Jeremy Walpole stood in the doorway to his local pub. For the past two years, he had avoided all physical contact with the human race. The frightening Covid-19 pandemic resulted in an extreme reaction to cut himself off completely from society – relying solely on contactless home deliveries for survival. So, for him, a re-emergence into public life, was a monumental and brave return to civilisation. “Hoy, fellahs! It’s alive!” The short-statured Rob...
Illusions of contentment.
Amy readied her bag and her dog. No matter what her schedule was, taking her dog on a walk was a must. Her and her dog, Rambo, headed out the door and began jogging. As Rambo sniffed around, Amy's mind wandered. She began thinking about the girl who had just moved to the neighbourhood, the really pretty one. Amy had never been one for romance but this girl intrigued her. Though these feeling of attraction were new, she had always kind of known who she was. Even if she accepted herself, she was sceptical of other people having the same reaction. Most of all she wanted to confess to her mother. ...
Follow The Rules
When I was nine years old we lived on a dead end street in rural New Jersey. My Mom worked full time as my Dad had passed away a few years before and was the sole breadwinner of the family. There were four of us and we spent quite alot of time on our own. Back in those days , circa 1965 four or five children was a pretty average number of kids to have in one family . As I can recall many families had 5 children , and in grammar school I can recall that the Turner family had seventeen children , I kid you not! Along with every other parent , my mom had her standing list of rules. A pr...
Sit and Stare
Trigger Warning: grief, regret, death, disfigurement.The sun is drawing away, slowly at first, like an evening steam train. It takes the daylight with it and leaves my room in semi-shadow.‘Your mum, she left these for you, to open on your sixteenth birthday. I don’t know what they are, I promised I wouldn’t look. I www.onedoor.ccnever have.’I sit and stare at the white envelope and the red velvet box that Dad has placed before me on the dressing table. They lie in front of the mirror I covered eight years ago, half a lifetime back. A blue silk scarf is draped between me and my fears.‘Do you want me to stay ...