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Abigail
The invitation arrived in the post, the black font printed on heavy vellum paper. At once, I knew what I would find inside. SOUR It Up With Cocktails!Come to imbibe and ingest.Saturday the 7th at 7 pmAbigail's AbodeRSVP: AbigailHoyles_1@icloud.comA shudder of expectation and dread shivered down my spine. *** When I arrived, Abigail's crimson front door stood open, held back by a quirky iron door stop shaped like a high-heeled shoe. I paused, catching my breath while painting on my party face. Ella Fitzgerald's muffled voice floated down the hallway.A smile shaped my lips as my eyes surveyed ...
Cats and Pigs
The worst part about working for the city is that I know exactly where taxpayer money is going. Ticketing Doordashers while they’re inside a chain Chinese place waiting for the egg rolls some college student ordered to come up. Following 20-somethings into a garage at night to let them know they’ve got a running light out. Asking drifters if they’re planning owww.onedoor.ccn sleeping under the bridge again or if they’ve scrounged up $1,200 for an apartment deposit since last night. It turns you into your dad in the most insidious way. That’s all I’m thinking as I’m banging down a stranger’s door for the th...
THE DRESS.
It all started out as a normal Friday morning in the town of Boswell. Halloween was in two days so everyone was talking about what they were going to be dressed up as. Shrieks and peals of laughter would be heard in every corner as people scrolled through their phones to find the best piece for the day. Halloween decorations were littered everywhere especially on people’s houses. I for one was not such a fan of Halloween and dreaded it every year-round. As for my best friends Destiny and Alicia, they were as excited as a landlord on the day he was to receive rent.“Oh, come on Sera, this is th...
Ad Astra
The sky was a perfect shade of oblivion. Petra lay on her back inside the rowboat, using a canvas satchel as a pillow against the wooden boards. The inky cobalt waves lapped against the frame, gently rocking the vessel like a hammock. Petra only stared at the sky. It wasn’t fully dark yet, so the cloudless dome looked like a big blue sheet, tinted only with a distant pale yellow behind Petra’s head. A few pinpricks of white light dusted the sky like freckles. Petra gazed wordlessly into the blue void, daring the other stars to step forth. Petra may have hoped to see more of the lights, but the...