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The Missing Person
Two Years Ago...........Marty peered through the curtain of his bedroom window to make sure he's not being watched. They have moved him to this safe house for his own protection. He was part of the program now. He has been for two weeks.He had been cooped up inside this house for nearly a week. He felt as if he was under house arrest. The Feds had advised him to stay put as stepping out of the house could mean certain death. He has had a restless night. In fact he has been having quite a few restless nights lately. He was getting edgy and paranoid as the “Day of Reckoning” as he called it drew...
Café Dexter
There is a place further up the street, but it is cold and wet, and I am tired. My choice of attire today has been found lacking. Mistakes have been made. My waterproof coat is hanging up by the door at home, having been usurped by the far warmer fleece-lined, cord bomber jacket with the fluffy collar. It has been snowing since the day before, so logic would dictate that it was the correct choice, but as the day had gone on, the flakes had become considerably wetter. As a result, my jacket and woolly gloves are soaked through, and even my feet are beginning to hurt. It’s strange how something...
The stairs
He’d been here before. The stairs were spiralling up, out of sight. The journey to walk them exhausted him. No matter how much he exerted himself, he still found himself at the bottom of them. He continued and pushed on, but got nowhere. Each look above was greeted by the same scene of endless stairs, going up, up, up. He was out of breath and paused for a moment, he looked above, and then below. He’d made absolutely no progress. How was this even possible? He’d been climbing for hours now. The staircase was glimmering with a golden sheen under the moonlight.Just as his body hit a wall of agon...
Can you keep a secret?
First dates are terrifying.Sure, we’ve met a few times before. Crossing paths at the local cafe, finding him in a quiet corner of the library, saying hello and getting his number at what turned out to be a shared favorite bar; all of that is nothing compared to the prospect of an actual date.I unplug my curling iron and sigh, staring at myself in the mirror. I www.onedoor.cchave half an hour to meet him at the ice cream shop. I can’t be late, but I certainly can’t be early. That leaves me with fifteen minutes to sit and stress, undistracted. I close my eyes and scan through my mental checklist one more tim...