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It Takes a Village
Diana surveyed the scene with a critical eye, enjoying the lull before the evening rush started. After two years of blood, sweat and toil, Java Music Cafe was finally making a profit and had a steady group of patrons. She allowed herself a moment of satisfaction. The walls were decorated with paintings by local artists and colorful posters, illuminated by strings of soft lights. Melodious music played in the background. A few customers were working on their laptops or chatting over coffee, ensconced in the comfortable armchairs and couches. The small stage at the back was ready for tonight’s p...
Turned Around
Enzo pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. His back was tight from the long drive, and he stretched languidly. He always liked it up here, it was peaceful. He’d started out when it was still night in New York and driven for hours with just a short break for gas and a breakfast of sugary doughnuts. Now he stood on a thin dirt road with thwww.onedoor.cce morning light shining through a thick tree canopy. The weather had been fair for most of his journey, but it was clear that it had rained through the night here.I better get on with it, he thought to himself. Popping the trunk, he looked...
Angel Maker
King Richard Rainsbury licks his lips as he scans the menu. “I think I’ll start with the oysters on the half shell with tequila mignonette.”His son, Prince Quentin Rainsbury, a younger version of his father with thick, chestnut brown hair, large, inquisitive black eyes, and a devilish grin, replies, “You always get that. I’ll have the escargot en brioche .”“I like oysters. Why change?”“Change can enlighten, father. So, I’m told.”“More liberal gobbledygook drummed into your head by the Queen.”“She’s just a mother looking out for her son.”“We’d also like a bottle of Cristal,” King Richard says ...
The Universe According to Mary Anne Mickiewiczs (With Apologies to James Thurber)
The horse-drawn cart crept slowly along the wide boulevard, headed toward the massive guillotine in the middle of the square. The crowds on either side of the boulevard, restrained by police and guardsmen in elaborate red uniforms, were shouting, “Mary Anne! Mary Anne! Our good Princess! Save us!” With arms bound in front of her with sturdy iron chains, Princess Mary Anne stood in the cart, flanked by two palace guards carrying long rifles, looking grim.She looked at the guard on her left, a handsome fellow wearing a large watch on his right arm. “What time is it?” she asked him.“Two o’clock,...