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Present Past
Present PastbyEdward HamiltonPING!As soon as he www.onedoor.ccheard the sound from his pocket, he felt annoyance wash over him. He pulled the phone from his pocket. A couple of swipes and a security code later, he saw the text.Dad! The limited-edition Christmas red Rainbow Troll doll is available ONLY at Toys-a-Lot at 5pm on Dec 24th. I hope you can get it for me. Love you.He groaned as he stared at the text. This time of year was not a slow time for his work. He was going to get off on Dec 24th at 4pm, have the 25th off, then be back to work the 26th at 6 a.m. The thought of getting off at 4pm and then dri...
The Quietest Walk Home
Lakysha bumped into the suit holding a briefcase who decided to abruptly stop his forward progress without any warning. Goddam rude people in the train station, she thought. She looked up and down at the back of the man’s pinstriped office attire. The train station lost its chaotic background noise in a split second.“Excuse you,” she offered with attitude. She walked around him and caught a sneak glimpse at the electronic readout. 11:42、 Four minutes until the train departs. At least I’ll get some good, home-cooked food soon. Her stomach gurgled in expectation. No one moved around her. Panicke...
Signs
“Hi. Hello. I’m looking for a sign.” Liza started to lift up the paper she was holding, but the short man she’d hoped would provide the answer simply shook his head at her and walked away.“Lady, aren’t we all?”If this had been a project on social behaviors in a small town, Liza would have struck gold. It would have been even better if her project had been a study of how outsiders in a tourist village were treated. No, she just had to come to Corolla to study history and not even anything as interesting as the wild horses or the nearby lighthouse. Liza was a landlubber searching for a sunken sh...
Flowers in gravity
I was sixteen when I had my first boyfriend although boyfriend isn't quite the right word. We were like flies, nothing, wearing ourselves thin with cigarettes and stronger drugs and sex and broken record players. His name was Amac. He was one of those foreigner boys who fidgeted with their hairs when we went out for school excursions; those boys who were strong and yet so soft, so cowardly. Still, I loved him. Amac and I barely talked but when we did, it was mostly about his friends' skyping and how much he too wanted that. He said we did not need to talk and that talking made one vulnerable."...