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“Come on, one more drink!”“Please?”I have a friend hanging off each arm, both begging me to stay and both already wasted.“I’m sorry, the last bus is due to arrive and you know taxis to my plwww.onedoor.ccace are extortionate.”My two best friends, Susan and Molly, had convinced me to go drinking. Susan has just landed a dream job at a major radio station, and Molly just announced that she and her partner were moving in together. They wanted to celebrate their lives being on track and happily chugging forward.Mine, on the other hand, had taken a detour off the rails and was stranded in the middle of nowhere.I...
Where Have You Gone, Mitzi Gaynor?
Where Have You Gone, Mitzi Gaynor?The doorbell rang and Mitzi Gaynor sprang from her mistress’ lap and leapt about the living room.“Mitzi. It’s just the door, girl,” May Jean Dolan said. “You ought to be used to it by now.” A wide grin worked its way across her face. “Look at her, dear,” she urged her husband.Joe Dolan twisted a bony knuckle into the well of an eye. He glanced up from his puzzle with silent scorn, hooded after months of practice. Feigning interest in the Airedale puppy, he suppressed a yawn. It was a scene he had witnessed more than a few times. His life had become a dull, ac...
Needed
I was never green-fingered, I mean not especially. I was just as capable as anyone else of buying some houseplant and placing it on some table or other and then watering it whenever I remembered or whenever it started to look dubiously brown.I mean, how hard could it be? How hard could it be to raise and grow a plant compared to raising a child or maintaining a relationship?It was for this reason I half-heartedly challenged myself in the first place. I'd lost both my husband and my only child in the past 18 months. My heart was sealed shut to further loved ones and even to pets, but hey - hous...
Of a Captive Angel
Oh, look, there he is. Sebastian Bloom. He’s staring at you, waiting. Sebastian Bloom, downturned mouth and blond lashes. Sebastian Bloom, coattails long and grey. Sebastian Bloom, prematurely silver hair falling over key lime eyes. You have just woken up. The world is fresh, still dewey, sticky, leaving cobwebs between your fingers as you open your hands. The world is curved lines and long-legged water bug wonderings on your wet lips. Who called you here?But it is Sebastian, of course. He clears his throat. “It’s time to wake up now.”Aren’t you awake already?With a slender-fingered hand, he ...