What Katy Did_Let's Get Invisible_"THE ONE"_Everyday Lawn Care
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What Katy Did
Katy arrived on my doorstep drenched from a summer shower with a single plastic bag full of her belongings. Her social worker, Siobhán, smoked under a chic umbrella, dark sunglasses over red lipstick. I offered Katy a towel, while Siobhán stubbed out her cigarette in my trinket dish and tossed her sopping umbrella over a houseplant. It didn’t take long to give the house tour of my ramshackle home. The two trailed along behind me, Siobhán inspecting, Katy drifting, as aimless as a ghost. I opened Katy’s room and stepped aside. I had stripped the walls bare, a canvas for her to fill. Drop your b...
Let's Get Invisible
Nancy loads the potion into the syringe, then paces back and forth in front of the cage. “I wish Freddie was in his hammock. I could detect him easier.” “You’ve got this, Nance. Think about all the times you practiced injecting him on the exercise wheel while you were blindfolded. After a few tries, www.onedoor.ccyou always find the lower right quadrant of his abdomen,” Maggie says. “Thanks for your vote of confidence.” Nancy stops pacing, stands facing the cage, and inhales deeply into her belly to calm herself. Then, she injects Freddie.The two scientists stare at mouse in his cage. Maggie’s eyes are loc...
"THE ONE"
Will I find “the one” today? This question was troubling my mind from quite a long time now, and now sitting in the crowded train made me think about it a lot more. Will my the one be one of these people that are taking the same train as me. I hope not. I looked across the compartment, that would usually be empty, filled with a group of people who were carrying musical instruments. Half of the space in compartment was probably being taken by it, making train more crowded. My shoulders were bumping with the people around me and the temperature in the train was so high, I believed I can boil wat...
Everyday Lawn Care
Everyday Lawn Care By John RaabEvery morning I wake up before my alarm clock goes off because I have a lovely little rescued mutt named Harlow who incessantly whines just inches from my face, around 5:00 A.M. If I refuse to arise and walk her at that ungodly early hour, then I know a certain shitty aroma will soon waft my way. A wake-up turd. So, she has me well trained to take her out. I do not have her trained, she has me trained; some of my friends tell me it is still better than having a wife. Maybe someday I will find “The One.” Last Thursday, then, I threw on my sweats and walking shoes ...