Seven Years Bad Luck_A Beaut's Room for Survival_A Letter I Wish You Could Read_Cat Outside the
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Seven Years Bad Luck
After the bang came the crash. Mark swivelled around, still busy tying a Van Wijk knot on his maroon Paisley tie to just the right size. It was all in the tie. Mark could tell if a man was worth his time by his tie. A guy with a Windsor knot deserved his respect. A bit old school, but a tough client and loaded. Shit. He had slammed the door to the dressing room, sending shards of glass all over the plush ivory carpet. I must stop working out so hard at the gym. He smiled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. 'Mr Marc!' came a shout from the landing. Chloé, his housemaid, had a slightly h...
A Beaut's Room for Survival
1) Start fresh and carry onCongratulations, you beautiful breathing thing. Stray bullets from the celebratory gunshots missed your skin on New Year’s Eve. The curfew applauds your compliance, and as promised, you’ve reaped safety.Now, put out that cigarette. You know he despises the sting of your bitter breath—as if his strikes anyone like a wreath of roses. Those “welcome home” kisses bring about the exchange, and his demand repeated through time builds up in volume. This year, don’t wait till his actions speak louder than words. Remember that nicotine patches are only twenty bucks and ca...
A Letter I Wish You Could Read
Dear Gregory,I remember the first time I heard the knocking on the door. I don't think that was your intention. I'm not even sure you knew your intention. "Go away, Greg," I had said, violently sobbing. But you wouldn't leave. It was as if you knew what I was doing in the bathroom. But there was no way for you to know, it was impossible. Yet, you insisted on coming in. Sill, I didn't want you to see me like that. To see me sobbing, on the brink of ending my own life. Still, I suppose it was better than finding my body, however you might have managed that. I slowly lifted my right wrist from th...
Cat Outside the Box
Running. Running. Running. Stop!Pounce!"Rory!" The dog snapped its head round to hail its owner, struggling five steps behind. Dave stumbled to keep up with his wayward hound, one he'd rescued years ago from ex-police service. Rory loved sniffing and chasing smells just as much as any other dog, but it was different when he found a few particular smells, which weren't so uncommon around this part of town… "Rory!" His dowww.onedoor.ccg leapt over a dustbin lid with a clatter, hopped from one bin bag to another, paws leaving slashes in their wake. He scampered. He scarpered. Down a side street. Dave followed...