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Fresh Apple Pie
“Fresh apple pie has always had a special place in my heart.” The words slipped through my lips with more air than words. I kept my head down was I spoke. The stained baseball cap helped to keep the light from my eyes. I pulled more air into my lungs with a long slow draw. With a slow motion, I lifted my head up high enough for me to catch the look on the man sitting across from me. He was a relatively young man. He didn’t make eye contact with me. Instead he just sat in the chair opposite me. No expression on his face. His clothes seemed to consist of a dark shirt and dark blue jeans. I knew ...
Good Gothic, Santiago...
A well-known and very respected architect had invited Lavinia Rivers to visit the Casa Gótica in Santiago de Compostela. He didn’t know her at all, although he had seen her around the city, but he has invited her after overhearing a conversation she was having with a group of friends in a bar they often go to: O Asasino. (The bar should not be confused with a tiny restaurant with almost the same name that has been defunct for several years now. However, it does see itself as an heir to the reputation of being extremely reasonable in price and serving a small selection of traditional Galician p...
How I met your father
I always get sick during autumn, no matter how great the effort I make to remain healthy, from eating five veggies and five fruits per day to working out vigorously six times a week. I still catch cold with a speed that can only equals that of Usain Bolt and it sticks ferociously like lice to hair shafts. And let me tell you about those famous home remedies, they are a huge waste of time and ingredients. One autumn day I got tired of staying home waiting to be cured- more by my slow immunity system than by the massive amount of medication of different brands and colors laying everywhere, I dec...
Lucy's Visitor
Over the years Lucy had moved to a new house several times, but nothing had prepared her for her current move. She and her husband, Eric, had finally scraped together the funds to buy their dream home: a manor house on the Sussex Downs, surrounded by large, established gardens. Part of the house itself dated back to the sixteenth century, albeit with many later and varied additions. It had obviously been well-loved by its owners, with each leaving their own mark, therebwww.onedoor.ccy creating a hotchpotch of architectural features and internal decorations. They had both fallen in love with it the moment th...