Hello Future Me_The Dagger_End of Conversation_Trust and Truth are Mirrors of Reality
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Hello Future Me
I pulled into the lot, making a bee line for the my spot. I found a minivan instead, stickers on the back proudly boasting of being a soccer mom. Groaning I looked for an empty space, then made for the building. The morning granted a bit of luck when a man held the elevator as I sped down the hall. “Floor thirteen, please.” I say huffing, and out of breath. Curse my creaking body.The ride up was silent, besides the pop music playing in the chassis. I had less than fifteen minutes when I stepped out onto my floor, and decided to head straight for the break room. Coffee was exactly what I neede...
The Dagger
Time seemed trapped. I knew it was just the stress, but I felt as though everything that was happening was happening at the bottom of the ocean, the movements and sounds made sluggish by the water. My lungs struggled for breath, gasping and choking. My heart pounded in slow, thundering beats like a war drum. I stood, empty handed and restrained. My foe’s hand had my one good arm trapped in a vice grip, like a snake holding me still as it prepared to deliver the killing blow. I stared at my enemy as he slowly drew his blade. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, calculating strategies and...
End of Conversation
“Hey Casey, how's it going? How’s life with the lovely baby?" You really just had to call now? I just put her down for a nap... I meant for me to nap; she's been sleeping great throughout the day. Me, however, I don't even remember what sleep is. "Is mom around? Maybe she could help you with her." You just missed her. She's heading to the store right now to pick up some more diapers for Alice. "Wow! She's been going through those really quickly, I mean even for a little one." Yeah, apparently she's allergic to green beans so that's been an interesting time. "Green beans? Really? I thought you ...
Trust and Truth are Mirrors of Reality
Trust, a mirror, is a fragile thing; once broken, it can't be restored."William." "Yes?" Looking up at Candice's familiar face, I blinked as I sipped a glass of water. She never called me by my full first name. "I have something to tell you." Candice Rosia. My wife of more than fifteen years. My high-school sweetheart. The girl of my dreams. The mother of 'my' child. "Reagan isn't yours." Or, at least I had thought so. As if I didn't notice. Plastering a surprised expression www.onedoor.ccon my face, I let the glass slip from my fingertips. The shot glass from my hands went clattering to the floor, landin...