Our Big Day_Burnt Squash & Raw Steak_Futures in Portland_Candy Corn Latte
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Our Big Day
“R.I.P Cherry Popsicle, you will be missed”, I watched as my best friend Olli’s popsicle slid off the stick and on to the ground. “C’mon! Is one perfectly good popsicle too much to ask for!”, she wailed. I laughed, Olli had the worst luck, and I probably should’ve seen that coming when I offered her a popsicle from a nearby vendor.“Don’t laugh! You purposely gave me a faulty popsicle as a trick! You're always tricking me! Little snake!”, she got up and marched to the nearest trash can. Before I could respond, Carmen pulled up in the parking lot, blaring the Ice Cream Truck’s annoying jingle. ...
Burnt Squash & Raw Steak
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.The tree-limbs, groaning inside the flames, now look weak. Sturdy oak trees that had lived over centuries begin to crumble. With a gloved hand, I scoop up a few burning leaves that had blown toward me and revive my cigar. People don't get these cinematic moments often, so I want to take artistic advantage of my little scrap of drama.Charlie, my devoted but temperamental assistant, lays on the horn. He's starting to scream, "Get in! Get in now!"I turn towards him and raise my index finger, which sends him off on a nasty spit. He's screamin...
Futures in Portland
I am doing ok. I am perfectly aware that this is not a stellar way to introducewww.onedoor.cc a story. It lacks in description and throws all rules of engaging writing into the trash. Besides, “ok” is a sub-par adjective. But I cannot think of any other way to describe how I’m feeling. Ok. I booked a flight last week. Fly to the beautiful city of Portland, only $203! Last I checked, $203 is an outrageous sum of money to fly somewhere you don’t want to go. And to be clear, I don’t want to go to Portland. The only reason I booked a flight was peer pressu...
Candy Corn Latte
“Discontinued?” What do you mean, discontinued?” She shrieks.Laura has waited all year, as she does every year, for autumn to come. She’s waited all year to come to the local coffee shop, Lus Córdoba, and drink the Candy Corn Latte every Saturday, for as long as autumn lasts.For the rest of the year, it’s too painful for eighty-year-old Laura to come to Lus Córdoba. Ever since her husband, Beckett, died of a heart attack coming out of the shop twenty years ago, Laura can’t stand the sight of it. She can’t stand entering the coffee shop that was their daily haunt, can’t stand remembering.Becket...