Or did I just imagine it?_Brother John a.k.a Greg Johnson_Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star_Alibi
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Or did I just imagine it?
The door made a squeaking noise and the officer’s head popped from outside,his uniform touching lightly the handle and making the keys dangle loudly at his side.I quickly tucked my head in,adopting the if-i-can’t-see-you-you-can’t-see-me approach.I was redly ashamed that I was here in the first place and couldn’t bring myself to look the man in the eyes. “You’re not in trouble.”I could hear the smile in his hoarse voice so I raised my head,still I looked intently at something above his head,which was quite high since he was one of the tallest people I have ever seen.”Your friend made a stateme...
Brother John a.k.a Greg Johnson
The closure of the abbey was hard on all the brothers. But none felt the loss as deeply or more profoundly than Brother John. Brother John had been cloistered at St. Gabriel’s for the last 47 years and had been silent for the last 45、 The Trappist monastery was an unusually quiet place for the then 19 year old Greg Johnson. Greg had been an outgoing and talkative boy. He was a talented athlete, popular with the girls in his high school, and enjoyed everything with youthful vigor and exuberance. Hiding just underneath the surface however, was a boy filled with conflict and sadness. The overwhe...
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Smoke on the horizon. My husband learned me to say that to myself, said if I could see it, he was on his way. He told me what horizon meant. I promised him I'd be waiting. I thought there'd be more people on the dock but I'm early. I need to see my George. He's been a clerk in the Second Class Purser's Office on different ships for years but no more.I'd usually come to wave him off. I'd really wantewww.onedoor.ccd to, what with this being his last time, but I couldn't. I hated he worked at sea but while he was away I kept those personal times when we were together close to my heart. Kissing wasn't polite in...
Alibi
"Guys we have to get a photo!” Kiara shrieked, the pitch of her voice betraying the effects of her third vodka-soda. I rolled my eyes at Alexis but obliged, turning my back to the stage and putting my arms around Alexis to my right and Kiara to my left as Kiara reached her arm out to snap a selfie of the three of us. Having known me as long as she had, she knew better than to let me look at it and beg her to delete it. I hated the way my smile made my eyes scrunch asymmetrically, and it didn’t help that Kiara and Alexis always looked like models. My distaste for photos aside, it was a good m...