Dead Cert._First Time After My Divorce._7、1 billion_Sleight
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Dead Cert.
Billy Blue Heart can’t lose, not this time, grand old nag. I say nag, he’s a chestnut four year old with clean legs and near perfect thoroughbred conformation. He’s also got the best jockey of the decade on his back and 200 quid of my hard-earned cash in an each-way bet on his 3 o’clock at Kempton.But just to be sure. . .“Alright Charlie, lager top and a packet o’ pork scratchin’s?” I shout over the crowd to the corner table.“You know it.” Charlie winks at me and flashes that gold tooth he knows I’m here for.Big Roy, the landlord, meets my eye as I join the jostling three-deep bar queue. He wa...
First Time After My Divorce.
TW: death Between the two of us, my husband, Jamie, was the life of the party. Everywhere we went, he would light up a room. Cheers would follow him from room to room, dying down only to rekindle moments later when he reappeared.I never understood how he did it, how he was able to take a simple gathering, and turn it into something wild and unforgettable. I guess that was just his personality. And what made me fall in love with him.Of course, after six years together, that wasn't enough for him.It was like...he got addicted to the attention. At first, he'd drag me to a party every two weeks or...
7、1 billion
I was barely seven when my father took me to a rugby game. In my childlike innocence, I was amazed by the full stadium as I looked at all the faces surrounding me. Surely everyone on the planet was sitting there, watching this one game. I was horrified when my father, a blunt and straight to the point man, informed me of my ignorance. This stadium didn't even hold a third of New Zealand's population, let alone the total seven point one billion people in the world. I got a sinking feeling in my chest, a weight that held me down for the rest of thewww.onedoor.cc day. I didn't realise what this meant until I w...
Sleight
Sleight Freddy Biggs sat in his country farm house feeling pretty small and thinking about the good old days. The radio played as he drank a glass of scotch and stared intently at his front door. Such were the extent of his days.Freddy kept a toothpick in his mouth whenever he wasn’t smoking, even though he only had but a few teeth to speak of. He carried a Colt Peacemaker at his side. It was the type of gun people hadn’t seen slung in about forty years or so. That was back in wilder times. His amputated left hand lay comfortably on his arm rest. More than fifty stories, most having become los...