CROSSED WIRES_Those I Like Best_The Ruby Vacuum Cleaner Salesman_Postcards and Lemon Shortbread
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CROSSED WIRES
1552wdctCROSSED WIRES The phone rings in Gary Schmidenbeger’s apartment. He is munching on some chips when he picks up it up. “Hello, Gary speaking.”“Hello, this is Lindsey.” “Dr. Palmer is that you?”“Who…who is this?” The woman on the other end asks.“Gary, Gary Schmidenberger.”“I don’t think I know you.”“And who are you?”“Lindsey, Lindsey Hoffmeyer and I know I don’t know you.“But you called me and I thought you were Dr. Palmer since I had left her a message earlier.”“Well, I was calling her with an emergency.” “Well, she just...
Those I Like Best
The awesome foursome huddle into the corner of the staffroom. Swanky Geoff in his tweed waistcoat and matching tie, lounges on the bottle green armchair. His best mate, Fuckwit Frenchy, prefers the seat with wheels. The tailored office chair. And Luscious Lucy, her rectangular glasses perched at the edge of her nose, sits on a seat stolen from the canteen. Middle-aged Marian opts for the comfiest chair, where the spongy fabric sucks you inwards. “How was your last lesson?” Swanky Geoff asks. Using his left palm, he hides the remains of a shortcake biscuit clinging to his lips and teeth.“Shit.”...
The Ruby Vacuum Cleaner Salesman
Noreen was home performing her daily cleaning ritual, which was fierce, as she firmly believed cleanliness was next to Godliness. She had been married to Fredrick, a pentecostal pastor for nearly 23 years at that point. They had a total of 8 children. Their children were in various stages of their walk with the Lord. Naturally, Fredrick and Noreen want salvation for all of them, but the bible is clear, true acceptance must be a matter of free will. Of all the children, Mookie was the most worrisome, as he had fallen in with a notorious street gang many years ago. He had already been hospitali...
Postcards and Lemon Shortbread
"Who buys post cards these days - let alone sends them?" Sandy took off her hat and started using it as a fan. It was approaching midday, it was August and over forty degrees. She longed to be sitting by the pool under a sunshade. Instead of which Malcolm had dragged her round the shops. "They're old school, the aunts," said Malcolm. "They expect a postcard." "I suppose these pictures are rather lovely." There was one of the little bay they'd found and adopted as their own. "You've taken some really nice photos yourself. Why don't you just put thewww.onedoor.ccm up on Insta? Then they can help themselves." ...