From Darkness To Light Again_An Officer and a Benefactor_Different Memories_A Perfect Sunday
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From Darkness To Light Again
“I know she has to go but I don’t want her to” she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Here” he said qwww.onedoor.ccuietly thrusting a couple of tissues towards her, “dry your eyes”. She took the bundle of soft white paper, dried her eyes and blew her nose. She could hardly breathe. “You know we’re on the same page with this” he told her taking hold of her hand and looking deep into her eyes. ‘Yes I know. It’s just the guilt I feel. When I look back to when Rachel first changed I should have known. I just should have. I blame myself” she sniffed. “Why couldn’t we see it Paul? I really thought it was...
An Officer and a Benefactor
The first time it happened was during his first shift on the police force, when his uniform was pristine, and he was bursting with pride and naivete. A silver foreign-made SUV flew past them on the rough road, and his partner pulled their patrol car off the shoulder and flicked the sirens on, kicking up dust as he sped to catch up. The SUV pulled over immediately, and his partner winked at him with his hand on the door handle before he stepped out of the driver’s seat.“Now you get to learn everything they didn’t teach you in academy,” his partner said with a sinister smile.The young officer h...
Different Memories
Her stomach curled as she entered Loretta’s house. She probably should’ve made up an excuse to bow out when she’d called to invite her over; lately, they’d done nothing but argue. She always felt horrible afterward—she didn’t want to upset her sister any more than she wanted a migraine headache—but, for reasons Dannielle couldn’t fathom, Loretta just couldn’t stop broaching the subject that ignited them, and Dannielle couldn’t condone abandoning her principles, not even to keep the peace.She considered bolting until, from behind the closed bathroom door, Loretta yelled, “Be right ou...
A Perfect Sunday
Lucy sat alone staring out at Stanley’s bird feeders. She had been married to Stanley for what felt like many years, but in reality it had only been three. They dated for six months before Stanley proposed after a chicken dinner that Lucy had made. Lucy had always pictured a movie type proposal, the ring in her champagne glass at a fancy restaurant, or on top of the Empire State Building with a crowd of onlookers cheering when she said yes. Being home alone was also nice Lucy thought. She didn’t have to worry about getting dressed up or crying in public. Surprisingly, she didn’t cry after Sta...