The Dinner Guests_Beverly Hills Grilled Cheese Sandwich_Calling the Rain_Robert's story
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The Dinner Guests
The Dinner Guests“My best silverware, Spode china, French crystal goblets, and wine glasses…something was missing. Oh, silly me, the salad forks!” Dinner would be ready soon. Maria liked dishes that could be made ahead and put on hold. Then she could spend time with her guests. The company was the most essential part of any dinner party. Maria hurried upstairs to put the finishing touches on her make-up. Now she was ready. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. “Hello, John! You are the first to arrive.” “So nice to see you again, Maria.”“Let me take your coat. May I get you something to drink? Follow me t...
Beverly Hills Grilled Cheese Sandwich
In my gorgeous foyer in Beverly Hills, Flatman, a competing realtor, thrusts his well-dressed but tiny 5’5” sized chest out and vents bile in my direction. “You stole my listing, Losh, you piece of shit,” Flatman says, “and I was just about to invite you over for one of my famous grilled cheese sandwiches.” The words are fierce, but his face is not, a tell there will be no price to pay for my quick move with his client. Will he receive an apology from me? And would I like a grilled cheese sandwich? No and no thank you. “I guess she just liked me better,” I say with a sardonic smile, “and grill...
Calling the Rain
The lack of rain this season has hit us all hard but the land most of all.www.onedoor.cc Without any moisture the ground has began to crack open and pull away like fighting friends.I found a crevice yesterday morning large enough to fit three fingers within the crack sideways. Papa told me to keep my hands out of places they don’t belong. Mama says if rain does not grace us before long, I will be able to place my whole fist within the cracks of the earth. Worst case scenario, it goes on long enough for my entire feet to fall in. Calvin says I will never get the chance to fall down into the cracks, he says n...
Robert's story
-"By their very nature," Robert muses to himself, "cities are haunted places." He sits nodding his head as if he needs to confirm this definition for himself. -"A million lives, a million stories built up in layers in history." he adds after a short pause. -"You are in a very philosophical mood today, Robert." I say. -"Artists and dreamers, vagabonds, queers and mystics..." -"Criminals." I interrupt him. He lets out a weary sigh. -"Sounds like you´re describing a cabinet of curiosities." I add. "I noticed you were getting restless these last few days." Robert raises his eyebrows tiredly. -"...