The Fly and Flour_The Night Out_A week at the cabin_Shift Work
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The Fly and Flour
“No, we could never call it that! It is something of an inside joke at family reunions, a loving jab at our cursed livers - The DeBevereaux Line is plagued by cirrhosis, gallstones, and bilious blockages. Uncle Heath was the lucky one. He choked on a chicken neck – better that than crushed and scarred by excess.” Sherel took the moment’s chuckle to remove the three glasses in front of her. Her blonde host with the big ears was clearly infatuated, she saw, though she wished he would quit smacking his gums, or at least maintain eye contact. He could not be more than fifteen, and he kept countin...
The Night Out
"That's it, God. No more partying for me. I'm through."As Tabitha crawled into bed for the night, thanking God for taking care of her and getting her home safe. She made Him a promise, her resolution for the new year, to stay out of the clubs and spend her weekends in church, where she belonged. She'd been going clubbing with the girls for at least the past 2 years and enjoyed almost every moment of it. It was a promise she never thought she'd make, but tonight had shown her the dangers of her behavior and it scared her. It could easily have been her instead of Angie. She thought back over ...
A week at the cabin
"Whoever said it was a good idea to come here should no longer have a say on family vacations", I said as I sat on the sofa near the fireplace. Frozen. Probably not literally frozen but I felt like it. I never felt so cold in my entire life. I would have checked my mobile to see how cold it was outside, but there was no phone service or internet. Of course. Of course, they would take me somewhere that didn't have mobile service."Mum and I thought it would be a good idea to get away from the city. Away from the drama of everything for Christmas.", Dad said as he walked back into the living roo...
Shift Work
"You can't eat for eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours a day--all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybodywww.onedoor.cc else so miserable and unhappy." --William FaulknerThe shame is what she called his office, and he couldn't argue with her. It was full of books and papers and remnants of ideas tried and hobbies quit. Hockey skates, tennis rackets, frisbees for disc golf, golf clubs, a glockenspiel, a trumpet, a clarinet, canvases for painting, watercolor kits, playing cards, chess sets, yarn for making blankets...