Driving and Crying_The Voice in the Dark_Melissa's Dream_Connection Lost
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Driving and Crying
Brenda cleaned up her desk, eager to leave work and start the weekend. She called Vince and told him she was on her way out the door.It was 5:05 and as she picked up her keys and purse, her desk phone rang. Don’t answer it, she told herself. It can wait until Monday. She picked it up on the fifth ring. It was a customer with a minor issue that could have waited until Monday, but now that she knew about it, Brenda wanted to take care of it and get it off her desk. Twenty minutes later, she was heading out the door when her boss stopped her. “Oh, hey Brenda. If you have a second, can you forward...
The Voice in the Dark
CW: verbal abuse, cult influence, hints of domestic violenceA cool breeze drifted in from the bay and pushed the night clouds further east. The waxing gibbous moon appeared through the haze and exposed the darkest corners of the campus. Rita waited behind a maple tree for the last of the adult education students to leave. Every Monday evening when the parking lot had emptied, the senior members of the Self-Act Center gathered in the auditorium of Warm Springs High School.That’s all she knew about them. Her teacher occasionally mentioned a committee and she imagined a group of ten like a board ...
Melissa's Dream
MELISSA’S DREAMBy Milton CustWhisper, whisper, whisper, rustle, rustle, rustle. 13-year-old Melissa Harding was woken from her sound sleep by noises in her bedroom. At first, she just lay in her bed and tried to peer through the darkness of her room but when she saw no one and heard nothing she thought she was just imagining things and rolled over to go back to sleep. She was just drifting off when she heard something that made her come instantly awake. Her eyes flew open, and she propped herself up in bwww.onedoor.cced. Whisper, whisper, whisper, rustle, rustle, rustle. There it was again and this ...
Connection Lost
Connection LostFrances doesn’t answer her phone any more. It’ll just ring out. So I don’t call. Connection lost. She’s still in my contacts. I can’t bring myself to delete her. She’ll always be there in my memory. So she stays in my phone’s memory.Cancer took her. Aggressive, metastasised, spread everywhere. She was thirty-two. We used to talk while she was on chemo, then she graduated to radiotherapy and we there weren’t many of those precious calls left. They cut bits off her, trying to help. Her breasts, then her internal baby-making stuff. All in less than a year. She worried such a lot, s...