The Good Dog_The Philosopher's Café - Socrates_Let them Forgive Me_Moth
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The Good Dog
In an effort to overcome her extreme impatience and frustration with the completely stopped traffic, Emilia was reading a sign out email about the patients she would be responsible for over the next week, provided she didn’t miss her flight home. She had been in this Central American country, her father’s homeland, for six days. Most of her time here had been spent meeting with local physicians and nonprofit board members to discuss the next steps in formalizing a partnership between their organization and The Brigham, the prestigious hospital in Boston where she was in her third year...
The Philosopher's Café - Socrates
David Hume had just arrived at LAX when he received news that his wife had been taken to the Lions Gate Hospital in North Vancouver. He immediately cancelled his meetings and booked a flight back to Vancouver. He was somewhere over Oregon when she passed away.The doctors said it was a brain aneurysm, “there was nothing you could have done”. That didn’t ease the guilt of not being with her in her final moments.Struggling with his loss, his business of advising clients on social trends closed.After a year of ‘bouncing around’ his five bedroom North Vancouver house, he sold it for what he said wa...
Let them Forgive Me
The words flashing across the screen were bright and colourful, their light blinding Roy’s eyes. ‘How to stick to your New Year’s resolution!’ the titwww.onedoor.ccle proclaimed.‘Just let them forgive me, that’s my New Year’s resolution.’ Roy closed his eyes in a muted prayer. Hard to stick to, that’s for sure, especially after what I did, he added bitterly. They definitely wouldn’t, not after… he scooped those thoughts up and imprisoned them tightly, careful not to let them leak out. Roy glanced at his watch. It was soon – very soon. He should be happy. Then why wasn’t he?‘The mind is, at the best of times...
Moth
I work around a lot of people, so generally an inpidual doesn’t catch my eye. She did. The first time I saw her I was in the middle of struggling to change the trash. It seemed like everyone at the mall that day decided to throw their full drinks away. After a couple of minutes of persistence and on the verge of losing my temper, I finally hefted it out and I looked up. What I saw I will never forget.She sat at a cell phone cover kiosk thumbing through a tablet sitting on her lap. Her hair danced as she twirled bronze strands around her fingertip. The florescent lights glimmered off it like t...