Danny and the Tin Snail_The Right Question_Abuela_I'll see you in my dreams
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Danny and the Tin Snail
I love my tin snail. 29 horsepower, full length roll back sunroof, four gears, fun suspension. She may date back to 1971 but the front inboard mounted brakes are the same technology used in formula one cars. I have to say, I feel more like a rally driver as I throw her round the corners.Speaking of corners, there’s a guy with his thumb up at the bend, heading out of Talby.I’d love the company, I wonder if he’ll accept a lift from a 2CV? Some consider these old Citroens unsafe but, with their built-in crumple zones, almost vertical steering shaft, and practically no www.onedoor.ccblind spots, they measure up...
The Right Question
Rain thundered on the deck of the boat as the waves slapped threateningly on it's creaking hull. The sky was covered in dark clouds and the air thick with electricity. All around her, Yana could hear the shouts of sailors as they scrambled to battle the storm. She was soaked to the bone, cold and shivering, the salt water arching up into the air and spraying into her face. She would be much safer going below deck, she even thought she had heard someone shout at her to do so. But none of that mattered, because she had seen a ghost. It had to be a ghost, if it wasn’t it meant Yana was going mad....
Abuela
"Abuela, Abuela!" Carlos called out, running through the chocolate store with a lavender envelope in his hand that bore the royal crest. "What is it, mi nieto?" Abuela asked. "Yeah, Carlos, what is it?" I asked, turning around. He opened the envelope and unfolded a piece of parchment. He cleared his throat and read allowed: "To the Garcia family: Queen Lucia and King Manuel request your presence tomorrow morning at the palace. The royal carriage will arrive at eight in the morning to deliver Senora Garcia and her grandchildren Carlos and Maria to the palace." "Oh!" Abuela exclaimed. "Why, Carl...
I'll see you in my dreams
I could have been looking in a mirror. They say that we all have a doppelganger out there somewhere. If that's the case, I had found mine.Yes, he had ginger hair and I had brown. I spoke with an Australian accent, he was Welsh. But the likeness was eerie. We looked at each other and never said a word. Not for a moment anyway. What do you say in a situation like this? He spoke first. “Hi, I'm Evan Jones”. My name was Jones too, Michael Jones. But hey, we were in Wales, almost every second person’s name was Jones. It was very unlikely that we were related. I knew that I had some Welsh heritage, ...