So Much To Be Grateful For_A Good Deed_At the Whitemare_Cape of Fear
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So Much To Be Grateful For
“I hate winter” I said aloud and sighed as I put the key in the rusty lock and turned it. I could get from my car to the door, put the key in, and walk into the dark cold shop with my eyes shut – I had done it so many times, a bit monotonous really. There were some big tree roots which I knew to stewww.onedoor.ccp over, a prickly bush I steered clear of and then the three steps to climb up to reach the entrance – where I never felt like being initially especially on a cold morning. Winding my scarf around my neck one more time I switched the light on. Even though it was still dark there could be a customer ...
A Good Deed
A GOOD DEEDPam turned off her computer and tidied up her desk. Heavy rain splattered the windows, strong winds bent the trees of the nearby park. As a legal assistant, she worked for a small family law firm. She didn’t bring home a substantial salary, but it paid the bills. Things were tight for her and Tommy, her- five-year-old son. After a messy porce, she found herself trying to juggle work and rearing a child on her own. Before leaving the office she called home.An elderly voice answered.“Hi, Rose, how’s Tommy doing?” she asked while arranging a lock of curls behind her ear.“Hi, Pam, he’s ...
At the Whitemare
It was unclear whether I was supposed to continue my work. The guests sometimes left used dishes out on tables, and sometimes did the chore themselves, chatting with one another. Few things more grounding than housework, one said.The first night of the blizzard, the storm of the decade the radio broadcasts and cable news networks called it, some staff sneaked to the least used balcony to smoke a joint. We huddled in a shaft some of the others had dug out, up to our necks in smoke and steam.In the evenings, a few of the guests watched films in the home theatre, at intervals turning their attent...
Cape of Fear
The ringing phone interrupts her typing. “-Hello?" “-The harassment meeting will be today? No one told me-” “-1 PM, OK. I just want to tell my side of the story-” “-No. only myself, was I supposed to bring representation? I dont have anyone.” “-Thank you.” She hangs up the phone, and looks at the clock. 3 hours, 47 minutes.The waiting and delays are over, and her fear comes back. The meeting she has been asking for is finally happening, and now she feels her skin prickle with anxiety. She thought of so many other days she had sat in this same office and let the morning just go, filling ...