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Sara's Pardon
Sara's PardonMaggie sighed heavily and carefully folded the silky blouse, placing it back in the dresser drawer. The day's chore was wearing on her, this sorting through all this old stuff of her moms. Had the woman never tossed anything? She thought she'd begin the chore in her old bedroom which mom had made into a guest room for every down and out relative. Now, she found that this dresser was packed with old clothes and junk. Whose she did not know.The old Victorian house her parents had lived in for nearly fifty years was hers now and everything in it. Dad passed first. Now mom. Everythi...
First, The Good News
Peter Dillon sat in the parlor of the swank offices of Blum, Rottenkirk and Slacke. He was anxiously jostling his knees up and down. He felt underdressed, even though he had put together one of the best outfits he owned – a tan suede jacket with dark brown elbow patches, a clean blue-and-brown plaid shirt, a pair of relaxed-fit jeans he had purchased a few days ago. His brown loafers were kind of old, but not ratty or anything.He wished that he had shaved. The young women he met at bars and social functions tended to like his scruffy appearance - carefully arranged hair for that tussled look a...
The Devil's in the Details
Muck covered her last clean outfit when the car sped passed. As if she needed another damn problem.But what did it matter if she re-wore some dirty clothes? Joanna didn’t have any more interviews lined up. How many times had she heard the same line, over and over?We’re sorry, but you’re just not a right fit for our company. We’ll call you if we change our mind. Even if by some miracle they did call, her phone would probably be deactivated by then. She’d just turned in the last of her emergency change jar- a whopping twenty-one dollars and thirty-eight cents.Not even close to how much the elect...
The Chair
Friday“Again!” Anne’s order resonated throughout the room. “Your jeté should be fluid, you are a ribbon catching the wind.”Anne ran her fingers along her cheek and glanced around her classroom. The girls began their routine, they reached the moment for the triple pirouette. As she spun, Anne gazed into the mirror, her long platinum hair pulled into a bun, her leotard stretched nicely along her frame, giving an air of modesty, but never restricted her movements.The lunch bell chimed, Anne threw on her blue dress over her leotard and left her classroom, quickly reaching Holly as she opened her d...