Questions_The Shield_Perceived Potentiality_As Good As Dead
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Questions
Questions T A CiccaroneGus the Theater Cat T.S. ElliottGus is the cat at the theater doorHis name, as I ought to have told you beforeIs really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounceThat we usually call him just GusThe old man lay in bed for almost thirty minutes before attempting to get up. He stretched the various troublesome areas of his body before turning back the covers. The onset of age was disturbing to him, and at fifty-eight, he was constantly dealing with the ravages of a lifetime of grueling work in the fish markets. That and thirty-five years of athletic training had left h...
The Shield
The bright auditorium lights reflected off the newly shined gold police www.onedoor.ccshield carefully secured in the box where it had resided for the past four decades. Roland Kent Jr. glanced down at the gleaming parcel in his hand, remembering the last time it had been worn. Suddenly, the auditorium melted away, and instead of 2018, it was 1975、 Roland was once more a young boy in his childhood home. The late afternoon autumn sunlight filled the comfortable kitchen with a warm glow as Roland observed his father, a New York City police officer, prepare for work later that evening. Officer Roland Kent stra...
Perceived Potentiality
“You do realize that is a superpower?” Milo said casually.I shook my head no and continued sipping my coffee. “It is. Everyone has one and that is most certainly yours.”I rolled my eyes and relaxed back into the café chair. There were talented people all around me. The guitar guy, playing his instrument in the corner with no regard for anyone else, was strumming intently and seemed to be transported beyond his corner table to wherever his music was taking him. There was also the girl sitting two tables over who had been drawing since we walked in. She had a stack of napkins and small papers w...
As Good As Dead
Brock pulled up to the hospital, wondering if he needed to admit himself to the ER. A puddle of blood had trickled onto his lap from the wound on his hand. The floor beneath his feet squished and crackled. Sweat, blood, and glass had accumulated on the mat from the blown windows and injuries sustained from his second-story-jump.He dialed Shuggs. “I’m out front.” When Shuggs opened the car door, he froze and stared at the splintered glass. “I thought I had it bad,” he said, brushing off his seat and getting into the car. “What in the hell happened to you today?” “You’ve seen me look worse.” Bro...