Kitchen Years_Laura the Mayor_Looking Across at a Pond_Take Things for Granted
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Kitchen Years
“Do you even love me anymore?” The question had festered under Nina Paulamaro’s skin for months, aching in her bones and sending ugly pains through her heart. Now, standing in the kitchen of their split level home, drenched in sweat from her five o’clock run in the Georgia heat, Nina couldn’t handle it any longer. Her husband, Mark Williams, had just returned from work, a backpack slung over one shoulder and deep purple bags under his eyes. Frozen in the doorway in his cheap suit and a loosened tie, Mark was stuck. As she waited for the answer, Nina’s eyes roamed the kitchen, finding pieces o...
Laura the Mayor
It was one hour before her speech. She was nervous and fidgety. She said she was not nervous, but she did not look like it. She was pacing up and down. She always looked like that when it came to events.Laura is a 17-year-old high school girl. She was born in 2004 December 5、 She is a special girl. She was born with a slight brain damage. She is a very creative person. She loved to paint and sketch. She always drew something that nobody would expect.One day on a very gloomy Friday, Laura went to school and met her three best friends Lonnie, Clara and Eve. They talked for a while and then went ...
Looking Across at a Pond
For the first time in a life full of fleeting thoughts, he considered the geometry of sight lines in relation to accumulating snow.He could still see the pond - the actual water - and he wondered how long it would be before the snow on the hill between the window and the pond would become too high for him to see anything of the pond beside the brown stalks of cattails on the far side.He wanted to dedicwww.onedoor.ccate his night to this thought.To pour a whisky and watch the snow and the clock and predict the minute when he would lose sight of the black water. It would be after the sunset, no doubt, but wou...
Take Things for Granted
"Breathe. The fear, the anxiety, it will leave you, believe me, it will."I felt the tears fall down myface once more, creating trails of grief and memory. Were those really her lastwords to everyone as so many people had said? Or were they words that ended her time with us and preluded her time somewhere else, with someone else. The horrible, twisted part was that she didn't die.She just lay dead. Her heart kept beating but it didn't beat the rhythm of life, just the monotony of not-death. She wasn't passionate, she didn't have emotions or thoughts or feelings, she had a heartbeat, that was th...