A Halloween First_High Stakes._Does It?_Why don't you like Halloween?
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A Halloween First
Fifty something, Joyce, loved Halloween. It brought back happy childhood memories, when life was simple. Her life was anything but simple now as a porced mom of two grown children. Someone always needed something, and her paycheck rarely stretched until the next one. Soon her shift would be over, but she didn’t really want to go home to an empty house. The diner had been busy with customers - most excited for Halloween, but there were a few who didn’t like their routines interrupted by a holiday.“Mom! Mom! When can we go trick or treating?” 8-year-old, Michael asked, for the tenth time. He was...
High Stakes.
“How the hell did this happen?” I yelled to myself in the dark.Another small “blink-and-you-miss” town flew by the window, with just one house to be seen.I tried to blink away the tiredness in my eyes, realising my husband’s life depended on me staying awake. My eyes felt gritty and sore from staring at the road for four hours, and I had a long way to go.As I drove through the night, I thought back to how this had all started.I didn’t have a www.onedoor.cclot of friends but the ones I did have were very loyal. The girls went shopping together, they had weekly coffee days together, and met up for a game nig...
Does It?
Does It?“It always comes down to this. I know it does because he makes the rules. If he didn’t, what chance would he have? You see, finding your way out of a conundrum, you have to either cheat them, or they cheat you, as I see it. Watching someone you’ve known for a long time, seeing them slip, sometimes fall, time and time again, knowing there is nothing you can do is… well there’s nothing worse. Let’s leave it at that. I should explain the conundrum, more a dichotomy of choices I suppose. What’s in a name, title? Everything. When your name is recognized by many of the citizens of the count...
Why don't you like Halloween?
The moon hung low as my foot dropped from the doorway onto the cold, damp stone below. The moon seemed brighter and larger then normal, it must have known it was Halloween. The world was large and dark, the wind blew through me like a sharp whisper and the damp air made me feel uneasily slimy. It was a night of fancy, or so I was told, I was the only girl in the neighbourhood that night; dressed in my long red cloak, and bright red wellie boots, a black gown under it that mam spent hours sowing, my favourite part was the old-timey braid my sister put in my hair that morning, it had become quit...