Your Happy Helper_Angel Wears White_“God Only Knows”_The Road to Heaven
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Your Happy Helper
The brown blades of the fan circled over and over as I stared up at the ceiling, a gentle breeze blowing over my skin. It let out a small tick tick tick as the pull cords swung around, clicking the small dice decorations together. I glanced over to the window. My curtains shut out most of the light, but some moonlight spilled over the top, softly illuminating the ceiling. I pulled my teddy bear closer to me and kissed the top of his head. “Looks like it’s just you and me tonight, Bubbles,” I whispered and smiled. He didn’t answer.I rolled over and curled into the fetal position, resting my hea...
Angel Wears White
“Doctor, we need your help!”There was no way I’m stepping foot in that darn hospital again. Absolutely not. Was serving the community for more than thirty years not enough? Was all the night shifts and marathons of surgeries too little to satisfy? Was the heavy bags and dark circles under my eyes not prominent enough for people to care? Was my hands not bloody enough?“Go away, kid.” I slammed the door shut in his baby face.No more knocks were heard on my door and I knew he had given up. Of course he had to. Sighing, I went back to my living room and plopped myself down on the rocking chair. Th...
“God Only Knows”
“Hey, clean this clutter up!” John playfully kicked his roommate as he passed by a crumpled wad of paper, an errant sock and an uneaten half sandwich on a paper plate, right in the middle of the apartment floor. “God is coming over, and he told me he’d kick your ass if he sees the place in a mess.” Harry burst out laughing. “Who’s coming over?” “God.” I forgot to tell you. I met him at the Ferry last week. We got to talking, and now we’re bffs. At first I didn’t believe him when he said he was God, but when a pigeon actually landed right in his hand, I was convinced.” Harry looked at him...
The Road to Heaven
It was fortunate for old George Rube he was already dead. Otherwise, I would've throttled him myself. It would've been justified, trust me. Seriously, what eighty-eight-year-old writes a will and then never signs it?"He wanted to be buried next to my mother," Daniel said to Julia and me. "But I can't. Do you know how much that would cost?" Then he told us as I eyed the siwww.onedoor.ccgns in the cemetery's parking lot. They said 24-hour surveillance cameras here. This place might not be happy with what we had planned. I didn't care what George would've thought. He deserved this, especially when his son was ...