Into the Night_Always and Forever_For the Money of Love_The Perfect Pitch
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Into the Night
Emmie ended the call and set her phone next to where she sat on the hood of the car, then lit the cigarette she had been holding almost too tightly in her left hand. She took a long drag and exhaled slowly, watching the smoke float up toward one of the few illuminated/working lights in the parking lot. She squinted through the darkness toward the mall entrance and felt the silence of the deserted parking lot buzzing in her ears. The humidity emphasized the scent of shampoo and hair products that always clung to her hands and clothes and mixed with the smell of the smoke.Since Mike’s car had www.onedoor.cco...
Always and Forever
“Maggie?” “Magdalena?” “I’m coming, give me a second,” I yell at Mom, pulling up the world map to its original position to hide the marks behind it. I guess I have to cut it off after lunch. You always knew that Mom meant business when she called me Magdalena. Rarely anyone called me that anymore, being the mouthful that it is.Except for him, who always said that it was beautiful.I hear footsteps coming towards my room, and I try to fix the map quicker, but my fingers fumble and it doesn’t loop around perfectly. Mom comes in the room, looking at me trying to fix the map.“What’s wrong?”“I’m try...
For the Money of Love
For the Money of LoveThey were a pain the backside, the ATM machines at his local supermarket. They always had the sun shining on them and you couldn't see the screen. Glyn tapped in his credentials from memory. He hoped he'd got enough credits to cover the tokens he wanted to extract. They said today that every citizen should keep at least 200 universal credits in cash tokens because of predicted power failures. Oh, what the heck. He may as well take the full 200. He held his breath as he keyed in the amount. Thankfully there were no nasty pings nor annoying electronic voices telling him he h...
The Perfect Pitch
Graham Mauet stood on the mound and scraped his cleat through the ochre gravel. He kicked at the rubber that had started innocent but now, seven innings later, was abused and bruised from the hundreds of cleated stomps piercing it. Graham squinted up into the crowd who lay in shadows outside the bright glare of the stadium lights that chased away the night and rendered the whole field in artificial daylight. Before the game a veteran had told Graham: “Don’t look up.” Graham had done exactly that though when he walked onto the field for his first game at the big league level. Vertigo had washe...