The Forgotten Girl_A New Family For Christmas_The Collector_A Miniature Encounter
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The Forgotten Girl
1016 wordsThe Forgotten GirlHer daddy was once a pastor of the local church—her mom a Sunday School teacher. Her parent never took her to church. They never took her anywhere. When she was born, her dad took one look at her and said, "Anything that ugly doesn't belong to me." Sadly, he refused to take her home with them. The baby was left alone, forgotten, unwanted. Being born premature, she wasn't fully developed, and the bones in her forehead had not formed. As the baby nursed her bottle, the forehead would collapse back and forth. The sight made her daddy sick. Her mom was too weak to fig...
A New Family For Christmas
In twenty minutes, this house will be full of people. In twenty minutes, strangers will arrive. In twenty minutes, will be the first Christmas since my dad got remarried. In twenty minutes, Christmas will never be the same.“Kyle, you can’t stay in your room until Christmas is over,” Nikki shouts at my door. “Stop sulking!”Of course, she would know what I was thinking. She is my twin. My twin, who also hated the idea of dad remarrying and moving us to this house to fit our “new” big family. But, after only two months, Nikki decides she likes Claire and her two daughters. Happy for dad and it’s ...
The Collector
THE COLLECTOR Arthur was, as usual, the last to leave his office. He tidied his desk, emptied the waste basket, put the file he was working on back into the filing cabinet and brushed awww.onedoor.ccway a recalcitrant morsel of fluff. He liked to keep his desk clean and orderly, shuddering at the thought of the sticky remains of surreptitious snacks he had noticed on his neighbour’s working surface. Not that his own work station really deserved to be called a desk, more of a corner, actually, the end of a shelf housing office equipment, first aid box etc. Thank goodness the working week was over, he would s...
A Miniature Encounter
Andrew adjusted his crossed arms, as if he were a cardboard box just emptied of its contents and settling into a new cube. He was here now, on the Amtrak, but the sensation of lateness kept apace with the moving car. He inched his blue suit-jacket cuffs over his wrists and glanced quickly around. There were two people across the aisle in separate benches behind him, and one more in front. He readjusted his arms into another box.For a few seconds, Andrew closed his eyes. He was self conscious, and didn’t like to think of how he looked with his eyes closed. Like a man in a suit on the train, nec...