Off Book_Flashing Before Your Eyes_One Federal Street_LOOKING FOR HER
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Off Book
Pacing the empty street, she muttered to herself under the dim glow of a streetlamp. She looked sleek in her red dress and matchwww.onedoor.ccing elbow-length gloves, her hair piled high in elegant curls, given any more than a cursory glance she was clearly little more than a girl. The dress had been cinched in the back, but the neckline was bunched and ill-fitting. Crimson-stained lips and slashes of dark blush only marred her pale, youthful skin and highlighted the panic in her eyes. Down the road a low fog rolled in. Its silvery curls crept towards the girl. She stopped pacing and wrapped a loos...
Flashing Before Your Eyes
Of course, I'd thought about what might happen. It's one of those things everyone thinks about, talks about, even fantasizes about... I'd heard rumours of something like this; I just never expected it to be so literal. This is my thought process, anyway, as I look down at my mother, having contractions on a hospital bed. Cries fill the room as the doctors pronounce her second child a girl. She is called Rosaline and already has a head full of dark hair. Ten years laterThe dark hair didn't last long. I smile as I look down at the wild red hair falling across her shoulders. She has her nose in a...
One Federal Street
He starts—brakes——brakes again.There isn't—there can't be anything worse than this.Barely moving—Stuck—In spot—Worst of all he's on a—bridge.He remembers when the Tobin didn't have fencing——barricades.The state said they'd be too "cost-prohibitive." Isn't everything—everyone—Don't we all cost—something? Won't it all—something?Of course, the Tobin has fencing now. Since Chuck Stuart. Didn't Chuck Steward know it all cost something? He didn't know that. Or we'd assume that based on the—verdicts. But maybe—he did. In the end, maybe he did. The investigators always miss—something. Only so much tim...
LOOKING FOR HER
LOOKING FOR HERByBrian Hastie“KNOW What?” I used to ring her at work her name was Leticia Ann Wilson. I met her when we danced at Michaels Nightclub in the town of Mount Lyle where she lived and I was working on the railways as a trainee engineman. After we got chatting, she told me that she was a switchboard operator with the railways at Mount Lyle where she answered the telephone and sent train movement and other messages on the teleprinter. It wasn’t long after that I had to go to the Fireman’s school and learn the safe working aspects of being a fir...