Death of an Innocent_Not me_Ultimatum_Rosie's Cookies
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Death of an Innocent
Death of an Innocent Suzanne Marsh Blue and red lights flashed into twww.onedoor.cche foggy night. The once quiet street abuzz with sounds. Sounds that no one wanted to hear; police on the street meant something horrible happened. The first patrol car called in a murder. Several moments later a black Chevy Suburban pulled up, brakes grinding to a halt. Lou Myers, a twenty year veteran of the force alighted from the vehicle. He hated murder scenes; most murders were senseless. Lou, strode over to Patrolman Patrick Haggarty: "What have we got Pat?" "Lou, looks like the same MO of the last three murder victims...
Not me
"I didn't know what else to do," I admitted, not able to hold my sister's gaze. I twirled a strand of my long blonde hair around my finger. "I never should have gone along with it.""Why?" I could imagine the colour draining from her already pale face, a face that would be marred with confusion and her eyes welling up with tears. That's what I was sure I'd have seen, if I'd been brave enough to look at her face. Which I wasn't."I promised," even I could hear the pleading justification in my voice. Back then, I'd felt pushed into a corner. I had only been eighteen and she was, after all, my moth...
Ultimatum
I was going to eat my ice cream from the top of the climbing frame, watching everyone else from above – my sense of luxury at six years old. My skin was simmering slightly in the warm embrace of the Sun and the weather made the cold ice cream even more irresistible. I couldn’t wait to taste the cold melting drops which dripped down the cone. I longed to taste the vanilla which was strong enough to leave a taste in your mouth but subtle enough to leave you wanting more after each bite.I didn’t make it to the climbing frame: I was running towards it in the playground, and then I fell onto the un...
Rosie's Cookies
“Nope, not this one.” Chocolate chips and crumbs cascaded onto the floral tea-plate as I bit into the still-warm cookie and quickly discarded it.Ma sighed.“What's wrong with it this time?”“It's too sweet. Too many chocolate chips or something. Try it again with less chocolate or less sugar.”“I've made six batches, don't you think this is enough?”“Please Ma, I just want to taste them again. The way Nanna used to make them.” I gave her my best pleading look, imitating sobbing eyes and sticking my lower lip out.Ma sighed again.“This is the last time. I do have other things to do you know. Dinner ...