A grateful knock._A Dream Flight_The Hand That Stuffs The Turkey_Lefty Mendel
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A grateful knock.
Everything was silent, no movement nothing, until there was a knock! The woman's eyebrows raised, her heartbeats increased and her eyebrows showed an evident change in their alignmenwww.onedoor.cct. Her gaze shifted towards the door and she was left with an extreme disbelief! Her hands shivered as her fingers slowly rearranged her hair and tried to tuck it behind her ears. She rose slowly. Why has he come now? I won't leave him! I will make sure he pays for what he's done! I will make sure......her words resonated through the beautifully kept ancient walls of the corridor of the house. "Mom, I want to ente...
A Dream Flight
A dream flight.My friend Doug invited me to come stay with him in New York. Doug was an Uber driver and he promised, “I’ll show you all the sights and sounds of the Big Apple.” So I arranged to fly there. I told Doug,”I am very excited and thanks for the invite.” My flight had two legs to it. The first leg went from my home to Charlotte, the second flight from Charlotte to New York. The first leg of my flight I got on the plane and there were six people on it and it was a big plane. Right across the aisle from me sat a large woman with a little ...
The Hand That Stuffs The Turkey
"Where's the marshmallows?" Kari muttered, peering into the pantry."There'll be plenty of sugar in the pies already, with Susie baking them." Kari's father winked at Susan, his new wife of six months."I'm all the sugar you'll need this year." Susan teased him back. "Sugar free, egg free pumpkin is what's going in the oven."Kari was not amused. "We always put marshmallows on our sweet potato casserole.""Not this year. Your father needs to cut back on sweets. In fact, we're skipping the sweet potatoes altogether. Doctor's orders." Susan turned toward the stove, gently stirring a pan of steamed g...
Lefty Mendel
The smell of freshly cut lawn filled the morning spring air at the Little League field. The whir of the lawnmower could be heard in the distance as the man cutting the grass was finishing the last field. The umpire dressed in a blue shirt and navy pants was laying down the white chalk up the first base line. Behind the dugout the coach of the Little Giants was having a chat with one of the parents.“What do you mean my son, Mendel, can’t play third base?” Mrs. Cruz said to Coach Richie. “That doesn’t make any sense.”“I know it’s hard to understand, Ma’am, especially for someone not from this co...