Misguided Intentions_The End of the Infinite_The Silence of the Jambs_I'll Be Gone For Christmas
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Misguided Intentions
Misguided IntentionsJonathan was furiwww.onedoor.ccous. He was the Vice President of Sales at Acme Consolidated. Well respected in the business community and very well respected in the local community he lived in. Appearances were everything to him. His Norman Rockwellian world collapsed when Acme was put into court ordered protection. Like everyone at Acme he was thankful Global Industries had been the white knight riding to the rescue. But this was too much. Global had done an audit on all the salesmen. The results weren’t flattering. The bulk of the expense account submissions were from a gentleman’s clu...
The End of the Infinite
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle, E questa siepe, che da tanta parte Dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude. Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati Spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani Silenzi, e profondissima quiete Io nel pensier mi fingo; ove per poco Il cor non si spaura. E come il vento Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello Infinito silenzio a questa voce Vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno, E le morte stagioni, e la presente E viva, e il suon di lei. Così tra questa Immensità s’annega il pensier mio: E il naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare.This lonely hill was always dear to me, and this...
The Silence of the Jambs
The Silence of the JambsAunt Lorelei was a mystery from my past. I was just a kid, but I distinctly remember my aunt and my mother arguing at my uncle’s funeral. That was the one and only time I had ever met her. Years later, it came as a shock to learn that she had passed away and willed her house to me. I lived halfway across the country and my job kept me so busy that I couldn’t go to inspect my house. Her lawyer was very accommodating and handled all of the paperwork by e-mail. That was 10 years ago. I wouldn’t be visiting the house for the first time now except that I had received a noti...
I'll Be Gone For Christmas
Oskar came home to an empty house. The boxes of Christmas decorations sat unopened by the bay window in the front room. The cookie recipes and all the necessary ingredients sat untouched on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a beer, took it to his recliner, and turned on the news. It was strange not to hear clattering dishes and pans while his wife prepared dinner. Dinner! Oskar looked over to the kitchen, as if expecting to see a fully cooked meal waiting. There was nothing…of course…but he and the kids would get through this.#The old Chevy rattled northward through Iowa. Twisting and untwistin...