Bad Leads_Bribe_When Words Become Obsolete_Oh Happy Day
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Bad Leads
Hue Nielson kept a tally chart on his desk wall.Every Monday, he arrived at his station somewhere between ten thirty and eleven, in his creased untucked suit and blonde bed hair with enough noise to overshadow his fellow salesmen in mid pitch. His priorities were off. The huddle on Monday was never his first priority, as it should have been for every sales representative at Gregory & Gordon. No, Hue Nielson’s first priority was to take a black marker, straighten the chart on the wall, and add a line to his tally. To the average eye, this was perhaps an acceptable activity for someone who had t...
Bribe
Marty was at the hospital tonight, like every night. What was different was, instead of being in his wife’s room holding her hand, he stood outside the hospital, and outside the ring of entrance lights and lamp poles. He wore scrubs with a hoodie over them, for warmth and disguise. He shouldn't have bothered; no one looked twice at him. The scrubs made him invisible. He nervously lit up a cigarette. He was far enough away from the hospital for it to be legal, but judging from the disgusted looks he got, it was still morally outrageous. He finished the cigarette, stubbed out the butt with the t...
When Words Become Obsolete
They were sitting across from each other eating their fancy meals - a large dish of angel hair pasta with shrimp for her, and chicken fettuccine alfredo for him, a plate of garlic bread sitting in the middle of the small table in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant. No other inpiduals in the restaurant knew, or particularly cared, that this was their fifty-ninth Valentine’s Day spent at this table, and no waiters or waitresses worked here long enough to keep this tab on them. Thiwww.onedoor.ccs was their fifty-ninth night spent at the small booth in the corner of the restaurant. Fifty nine years ago the...
Oh Happy Day
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, everything was ready for the ceremony. The hall was lined with flowers of different types, lending the air a fresh, sweet, and pleasant smell.Jerome drew his tie tighter, loosened it, and repeated the same thing. He smiled at his reflection he was ready.His best man Peter, slapped his back, “relax man, you look okay.”He straightened his suit, he had decided to wear a Black suit, when his fiancée insisted she didn’t want him wearing a White one. White was a mourning color where she came from, but the later was his. He remembered his moth...