BONDED BY FIRE_Upstairs Guests_The Secret_Birds of a Feather Should Stick Together
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BONDED BY FIRE
It was a Monday morning and Jay got up in bed. She saw her husband Lal snoring near her and let him sleep. Walking out of the bedroom she looked at herself in the mirror on the dressing table nearby. She was justifiably proud of her features. She was said to be beautiful. With her dense black hair piled high on her head she looked like a well-known film star. She knew she couldn’t waste much time at the mirror at that hour and went on to use the bathroom. She then dropped the used clothes in the washing machine and went into the kitchen. Carrying a steaming cup of tea she went to the bedroo...
Upstairs Guests
The boy knew from an early age that there was someone else upstairs, someone who was not part of the family.His grandparents lived in an old, two-story, brick home on a corner lot. Though not quite a Gothic manor, it filled roughly the same space in his imagination. He feared the house almost as much as he loved it.The interior seemed built out of disparate parts. A formal living and dining room, furnished mostly with bulky old antiques, gave way to a small kitchen and smaller breakfast nook. Two tiny hallways opened onto the den -- itself an odd mix of new and old furniture -- and the bedroom...
The Secret
I have a secret. Doesn’t everyone? Stop gawking at me! It’s just a secret. I thought readers weren’t supposed to judge me. But my secret is dangerous. Well, it's not MY secret. It's our secret. A family secret. But it could destroy everything if it got out. No, stop badgering me. I’m not telling you. Well, at least not now. It’s hard, you know. I have a little sister. And she’s 8、 But she doesn’t know how to keep secrets. So my parents obviouswww.onedoor.ccly didn’t tell her. But, she overheard my older sister telling me. So, now we are brainstorming how to keep little Lily’s mouth shut. I mean Lily spilled...
Birds of a Feather Should Stick Together
It’s been a warm day. The kind that comes towards the end of the blistering summer. The heat is off and cool air is moving in. This also means a change in the air thermals, an important item in navigation. I’m lying on my back in my space in the nest, pecking away at an irksome flea that’s under my wing. If I can get my beak a little closer, that flea is history! Tom, my older brother drops in and says, “On your feet, buddy! The folks are busy packing up. We fly at sunset! “Already?” I shout. “It’s too early. It’s still roasting out there!” “Early! Late!” Don’t matter. When the old man says we...