Mother's Tea Time_Not a Single Cloud_Love Rat_Just Trying to Hang Out
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Mother's Tea Time
Robin changed her outfit three times before deciding to wear the bias cut skirt and jean jacket to the Forest Club’s Mother’s Tea Party. Beads of sweat bubbled up under a medium-beige Revlon foundation and her armpits produced half moons creasing her gauzy top. She would have to tie the jacket around her waist to cover the tear in the floral sheath. Wiping her brow with the back of her hand she thought about how she needed to make a good impression on the high school momwww.onedoor.ccs. Her daughter would soon attend a private academy, the first in the family.Robin was not a fan of her daughter attending th...
Not a Single Cloud
Clouds all tell a different story. Instead of books or written stories on the internet, I find my interest in clouds. I know that doesnt sound logical at all but I just seem to understand the clouds better. Clouds have different shapes, colors and vibes. They seem much easier to understand than people. Who needs people anyway when you can just stare at the sky all day. Every moment I'm not preoccupied, I find myself staring at the sky. In class, In a car, Or when I'm at home. My eyes just naturally gaze at the little cotton looking shapes in the sky. So.. you could imagine my surprise when the...
Love Rat
153 was spiteful – at least, that was what everyone else told her. Marcy didn’t believe any of them: Henry had only bitten one person to her knowledge and that was a research student with a sadistic streak who’d tried to lace the rats’ food with chilli sauce. She herself would have bitten anyone who’d tried something like that with her. No, Henry was far and away the cutest rat she’d ever worked with – and the smartest too.She was observing him now, watching his whiskers twitch as he stared back at her. In her notebook, she jotted down, ‘153 navigated the maze with ease, almost ten seconds fas...
Just Trying to Hang Out
“So do you want to meet up tonight?” Patricio O’Higgins was talking into his mobile phone to John Fisher. There was a pause as John delivered his answer. “So right now is good?” Another pause. “Awesome, so are you at home right now?” A yet further pause. “John?” One more pause. “John, are you there?” Patricio looked at his phone. “Lost connection?” David Vallejo asked him. “Yeah, lost the connection somehow.” Patricio and David were sitting together in the living room of the O’Higgins house. It was a Friday afternoon, school had ended about an hour and a half earlier. “So we don’t know where h...