Sinking Like A Sunet_Tres Mujeres_Apology Flowers_Old Man Henry
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Sinking Like A Sunet
David was standing out in his backyard, and if it wasn’t for the cigar smoke rising up into the air she would have sworn he was a statue by how still he was. As Shelley approached her husband, she could tell there was something bothering him. He was sighing a lot, and the fact that he was just staring out onto the lake was another red flag for her. The cigar itself was also another hint, as he rarely smoked because of the wrath it might incur from the lady of the house, namely her. She was only a few feet away when David noticed she was there, and he nodded to her with a small, nonchalant gri...
Tres Mujeres
Dr. Chang – 6:18pm, Wednesday eveningThe click of my office door opening startled me, although not as much as I startled the kind-eyed man who had come to empty my trash and turn my light off. “Hey doc I’m sorry, didn’t think anyone was in here,” he purred while backing out of the doorway.“Oh no, it’s ok, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I answered, smiling. After a moment of basking in the warm glow of automatically being called “doc” after years of being called “the nurse” or, worse, “the Asian girl”, or worse still by one memorably outdated patient a the VA “the oriental one”, I turned back to ...
Apology Flowers
I remember him well enough, a big shot. He was on his phone the whole time, yakking away, Zegna suit in that midnight blue, Italian wingtips, the whole bunch. I think it was the latest iPhone. Of course it was the latest iPhone. Not that that’s something I can assert with certainty, but a reasonable guess, I’d say, given he tells the time by his Wempe tourbillon. I had occasion to look closely at his wrist while he was paying.He was sending flowers. Of course, that’s why he was in my shop. They were Apology Flowers, the bunch I make up with anthurium, cymbidium orchids, astilbe, sweet pea and ...
Old Man Henry
Shady Pines has one street that is very quiet. Cars rarely drive by. Kids don't play in the street near one house in pwww.onedoor.ccarticular. Old Man Henry's house. He never leaves the house, and all his food is delivered right to his door. He sits in the window, staring into the street, waiting for a kid to go on his lawn. Then he flies through the wall, grabs the kid, and takes them into the house, where he eats them. And the house is haunted by a whole bunch of ghosts. At least, that's what my neighbor Kay Alfred says. He always tells tall tales, trying to get attention. After he told me the story, he d...