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Death Seen
Dear Reader, This story isn't about a car chase or a foot chase. It is about our chase toward death or death's chase of us. Just thought you should be prepared. AuthorLingering near death, I’d grown threadbare, a damaged plastic sack swirling in the wind, devoid of use. Indeed, I’d become a problematic mechanism demanding repurposing. I expected death even welcomed death; although I’d not expected death to be a woman.Death floated through the wall of my hospice room. Her white hair was swept into a French-Twist secured with a diamond comb, which aggrandized her black sequined gown pooling at...
Invitation To Burn
The only Christmas that Cassie ever remembered feeling true, unbridled joy for was when she burned down her first Christmas tree. Seeing the searing orange flames that had charred the left corner of their smwww.onedoor.ccall living room and incinerated the measly stack of presents beyond recognition was immensely satisfying. Even more satisfying, however, had been the look on her parent’s faces. Truly, it was a sight to see.Cassie had been eight. Old enough to tie her own shoes, to make her own bed, and to cook her own meals of macaroni and countless grilled cheeses when her parents were too busy screaming...
Want Ads
Mia’s room was pretty much bare. She lay on a mattress on the floor, flanked by a few cans of Arizona iced tea. And she waited. It was what felt like the hottest summer in New York, although it feels like that every summer in New York. She was about to muster up the energy to get up and fill a tin can with water when the phone rang. An unknown number with a 2-1-2 area code. Mia answered the call. Immediately an automated message played. “How would you like to earn one hundred dollars a night? With Bay and Temple’s Cleaning Service, you will. Become a maid today, visit 112 Bay street any time f...
Who's Kidding Who?
“May I be of any assistance?” You swing round from the row of adverts in the window to see a handsome young salesman dressed in the inevitable crisply-pressed suit and tie, towering over you. The most startling turquoise-blue eyes twinkle down at you and the term ‘stunning’ springs to mind. No doubt a result of reading too many romance novels, you scold yourself. Stop it! After all, you are here on business.“Erm, yes please. I’m looking for a…. I need a… erm… I want to buy a car,” you say and immediately want to kick yourself. Nothing like stating the obvious, is there? In a rush to redeem you...