Because the Night_"Springs for life"_Ask Me No Questions_Seeking Refuge
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Because the Night
The week before the first Coronavirus lockdown, a reverential hush fell upon the London offices of Urquhart, Treadwell and Ungar. They’d asked everyone to clear their desks, archive any paperwork, and make preparations to work from home. My stateside colleagues exited their offices three weeks ago and already there were transatlantic rumours about the end of city-based office work.I thought I’d achieved closure on my latest case three times in the last fortnight, but the defence kept challenging my calculation of damages. My client, Mrs Haslam, had a strong claim for clinical negligence, but h...
"Springs for life"
Billy,a widow,living with her four kids in a small town.She typified a poultry farm business.Billy ,after seeing off children to their school, along with Mrs John get towards work and busied her self till late evening.It was a dark and precipitating night ,they all were home and watching precipitation from the big Windows.Somebody pell mell knocking the door.Mrs John opened the door, subsidising a young man with a brief case in hand,jumped in and said, "fairly passing through, precipitation took me". Billy frowned little when she glared a brief case and a young fellow,but she allowed him step ...
Ask Me No Questions
“Hi, I’m Jason.” He extended his hand. “The Awww.onedoor.ccrgonauts are outside with the boat.” ‘Shut up! You dork!’ “I’m Jill…” She took his hand and glanced around conspiratorially. “Parking that thing must be a… pain.” He laughed at her joke. “That’s good. Not everyone gets it.” Ice broken. ‘Maybe this won’t be such an ordeal…’ They each paused, expecting the other to talk. The silence hadn’t yet become strained. He gestured to the hostess’ station. Jill said, “I never had a blind date with a person so legendary.” “Really? This is my first,” he lied. The hostess seated them in a quiet corner. “I’ve a...
Seeking Refuge
The city would be her refuge. It was a big one, with plenty of hiding places. North of Buffalo, south of nowhere. Always posing as New York or Boston. Or a small town in Illinois. She flew there with her spark, giving him the window seat, to seek refuge from the same-old, same-old. The constant, burning heat at family picnics. The old trees that always dripped moss onto her grandmother’s rocking chair and her forest-green house that never saw snow. She’d see snow in the city. The plane touched down when fall was trying to shake summer off its leg. The wind chilled the sweat on the back of he...