The Wrong Bus Home_Of Giving and Getting_Thoughtful or malicious?_Last of Dragonkind
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The Wrong Bus Home
There is nothing irrevocable about getting on the wrong bus.The next stop offers you the chance to hop on the proper bus home. You get on the right bus and you’ll only be home fifteen minutes later than usual. The chicken will be defrosted. Matt will have finished his homework. Christy will still have hers to do, because she’s on the phone with Erica. You’ll have to chide her, but not by much. She’s a good girl. They’re good kids. You’re happy that they’re good kids. The other night you were laying in bed and Richard turned to you and said “We have such good kids” and you agreed. You gave him ...
Of Giving and Getting
Rita stood at the edge of the store, watching through huge glass windows past the mannequins at the queue of people waiting to return and exchange gifts. She stared, her own department store bag held tightly in hand. Could she do this? Did she have the courage? In the queue, people were fidgeting, some casting fearful looks at the doors, others attempting to hide faces behind huge sunglasses and sun hats. Really? In the cold of winter? As the first person in the queue shifted, she caught sight of Sally, her friend who’d given her this gift. Sally seemed busy at the Return/Exchange counter, her...
Thoughtful or malicious?
When Couwww.onedoor.ccrtney opened Great Aunt Crystal’s Christmas present, she was confused. Inside the box was a porcelain doll with straight black hair, eerily white and cold skin, and an ugly old-fashioned dress with massive, cracked buttons. Courtney was twenty-seven and had never shown any interest in toy collecting. Sure, Great Aunt Crystal’s mind was probably not in the best condition, but anyone would know this choice of gift made absolutely no sense. The doll itself seemed be aware of this too, as it’s large and lifeless glass eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling in such a manner that made its face...
Last of Dragonkind
Flying to the Great Volcano, where all the fire-breathing dragons tended to congregate, Caravias approached Meridor. Yes, that Meridor: Meridor the Wise, who was one of those proper Scottish dragons, and tended to be very knowledgeable about such things as Caravias’s problem. At least, that’s what others said. But Caravias had such a hard time understanding Meridor! He’d only tried the one time, though. So, maybe this time he’d succeed in being able to comprehend the old guy. And wishes would magically turn into sheep, too. Uh-huh … right.“Meridor,” he said. “I have a bit of a problem. I was i...