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Paula's Refuge
Dream Session #9Little Paula ran around in a circle outside the cabin and threw the model plane she’d helped her dad make before he died. The engines came to life and with a small, proud roar the little plane flew up, up and away, heading straight towards the giant eyeball in the sky. It came back to her safe, but her smile was gone. There was no way to avoid seeing the giant eyeball as it sat in the clouds, round and watery and lacking eyelids so it always seemed to stare at her. Aimee had gotten used to it thwww.onedoor.ccough. She barely looked at it and assured Paula it was fine whenever she started to...
When Harry Met Ginny
There were two males in Ginny’s life who did their best to hold a mirror of truth before her eyes. They each loved her in ways that fed her soul and filled many of the spaces that had left her empty and depleted for so many years.The first and perhaps most important of these men, was her maternal grandfather. Ginny was his first born grandchild, born to his only child. His wife, Elizabeth Jean, had died 2 months before Ginny was born. As the child grew and began maneuvering her surroundings, her uncanny resemblance to the dead woman was somewhat disconcerting. Gin's grandfather on occasion be...
A Place To Go
The door looked innocent enough, with its muted yellow color and dark wood trim. The handle was burnished brass, and someone had placed a Welcome mat on the floor many years ago. The once bright flowers were now faded, and the W was mostly scratched off. Noah knew the innocuous looking door led to the home of the frowning old lady and her husband. When Noah and his mom moved in, the elderly couple tracked their movements from their first-story window and even peeked through a crack in their door. Two sets of steely eyes followed them as they carted black plastic bags and cardboard boxes filled...
Karma
KarmaIvy could feel the waistband of her nylons digging into her stomach and it was all she could think about. So, every time the waiter came by with a tray of nibblies she would be tempted but then change her mind, her pudgy hand hovering over a mini sausage roll before retreating once again. She sipped on her soda and lime wishing to the good lord above that it had a double shot of vodka in it. Her eyes scanned the crowd and with each gray or bald head they landed on she wondered again what she was doing here. Tapping her feet to an old ABBA song she happened to catch the eyes of someone at...