The Woman Next Door_Adele and Darryl's Connection_Comprehension_Zanzibar
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The Woman Next Door
Abigail started the day the same way she always did. She got out of bed, right foot first, and went immediately over to the window-sill. Each day she would look out over the neighbourhood. Usually, afterwards, she would walk over to her mirror, brush her hair, before tying it back into a tight, slick ponytail in an effort to look professional for her job as a receptionist in the local, failing, law firm. Abigail had always been one to stick to routines. She’d had the same thing for breakfast every day since she was seventeen, now aged twenty-eight, a glass of orange juice and a bowl ofwww.onedoor.cc fruit n...
Adele and Darryl's Connection
Adele stood in the empty guest room and was lost in a dreamy state. The eyes were cast on a distant land; her face a content fuelled by a major event. From the entrance, her mother watched the young woman.“What are you thinking?” Adele, startled, turned around and looked at her mother a little annoyed, but with that radiant smile that could light up the largest metropolitan area.“Do you think he is going to show up?”“Well, I don’t know. Is that your biggest concern on the day of your wedding?”Adele chortled.“Yes, it takes my mind off everything else.”“You’ve been moaning and groaning abou...
Comprehension
“I’m not sure I’m getting what you’re getting at”The emphasis was on the second ‘I’m’ and the ‘you’re’, hand gestures accompanied each of these words, first pointing toward himself and then toward his partner. He was making some kind of joke about his play on the word ‘getting’, it wasn’t funny and although intending on lightening the mood, it just ended up making him look childish and uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable but what he wasn’t, was sure what to say next. He felt it was not his turn anymore, felt he had made it pretty obvious that the next section of dialogue would not come from hi...
Zanzibar
I’m an expert at packing. I’ve written several blogs on the subject, made videos for YouTube and Instagram and even hosted a Facebook live Q&A on the subject. Yet I’m staring hopelessly at the empty suitcase. I can’t seem to remember how to begin. The screen doors are stretched wide open, but it’s muggy and hot, not even the faintest breeze disturbs the air. The brilliant blue of the Pacific Ocean is visible through the mosquito net, which lends the view a fuzzy quality. I’d prefer to slide the net back, to take in the brilliance of Zanzibar’s white sand and the bright azure water, but I can’t...