Window_Knock Knock_Stained Glass_Am I Home

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Window

Knock Knock

Stained Glass

Am I Home

Window

Jerome waits to hear the sound of the car backing out of the driveway before he dares to move. It's not that he can't move, rather where he can't move to. He wants to go to the window. The one hidden behind a layer of curtain and blinds, ones that rattle loudly enough to expose his secret. He knows that there's something better beyond these four walls. His mother has convinced him that she can enter her car, safelywww.onedoor.cc tucked in the garage, drive to another garage and enter a store to work. She says the outside world is dangerous, and refuses to let him risk his safety for it. She'll risk hers, sh...SYOone door

Knock Knock

Knock knock. Ah, it’s night time. I must be hearing things.Knock knock, knock knock. Why is the sound more desperate than before? I climb down from the bed and rub my tired eyes. Light pours in through the glass panes, shining and twinkling like stars. I tread gently to the window, the soft carpet soothing my feet.When my hands come in contact with the door handle, I flinch. The metal is cold and unwelcoming. Squinting my eyes, I unlock my window and open it wide. I am immediately assaulted by strong, gushing wind that almost pushes me back.“Hey! Who are you? Why are you knocking on my window?...SYOone door

Stained Glass

I bend down and pick up the pieces of broken stained glass from the sidewalk in front of the church. Six pieces. Red. Orange. Blue. Pink. Green. Yellow. Colors of the rainbow. I wonder if Miss Angie can help me put them back together again. I could put them in the window in my room. “Dolores, get in the Van!” Sampson calls from the driver’s seat. I look around to make sure no one sees me with the glass in my hand, unsure where to put it. I don’t want no one telling me I can’t bring it home. I realize I don’t have no pockets in my lavender Sunday church dress, so I shove the jagged pieces down...SYOone door

Am I Home

The discussion was in full swing. Should they hand over the body to the police and let them trace the family or should they get together and perform the last rites.The neighbours faced a dilemma. According to Hindu tradition, the eldest son is the kartaa (meaning, ‘the principal performer’) of the last rites, In the absence of a son, the grandson or any other close male relative of the deceased performs it.The neighbour who had heard Mr Patel’s scream from inside his house that sounded like a cry of wild abandonment had knocked on the house door and kitchen window, and when Mr Patel did not ...SYOone door