The Wedding_Listen to the wisdom of plants_Got Smacked around by the Bellagio_The Eyes of the Blind
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The Wedding
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Margurite had spent the last year planning her wedding. It was to be a simple affair, out in a park in the full bloom of springtime. She had finally gotten her makeup done, but her chocolate brown hair was still a messy bramble of frizzy curls. No matter, there were still tables, chairs and all sorts of things to be set up Someone had to supervise. As she stepped out of the small cabin where she had been getting ready, she inspected the scene. The gazebo, where the reception was to be held, was tastefully decorated with purple lilys and ...
Listen to the wisdom of plants
It was time to do it. To move on. A punch on my stomach, a metallic taste in my mouth, the smell of something disgusting. As repulsive as the inside call. What was it? Just blurry feelings that make one enter an anxious spiral. “Go away, gooooo awaaaay!” I thought. But the feeling started pushing even more. “OK, done, you win. I will have to live with myself for at least 40 more years, then give me a break.” “Jane, did you go and see your grandma?” Oh, not again please, I have enough with myself to go and stand that old cat. However, no one can escape from the family duties, those unbreakable...
Got Smacked around by the Bellagio
The dark circles are so, so deep beneath her eyes that there would be permanent bruises there. The 24 hour shift had been brutal, but there were few in the squad who wanted to take it over the long weekend. It left a skeleton crew working from the station on what could possibly be the most chaotic weekend of the entire year.Mara hadn’t been an EMT in Clark County, Nevada for long, but she was sure that the saying, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” was absolutely true. In her month in Nevada, she had witnessed a landscaper fall from a palm tree and break his back, fished a tourist from t...
The Eyes of the Blind
The light had failed a long time ago. The research, the injections, even the gridlines you had to look at to check if your macular degeneration was getting worse – all these had cowww.onedoor.ccme too late for Vera. She was blind.Most days, Vera was reasonably pleased with how she was coping. Her long-dead mother, whose astringent voice she could still hear clearly, would have – mostly – been proud of her. She had learned to use a white cane, although combining it with a walker was proving a challenge. She had learned to operate – by touch, of course – the Talking Books that the RNIB sent her. Podcasts wer...