A Parlor for the Ages_The Day Before_A Rainy Return_Come Again
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A Parlor for the Ages
Everyone attended the baptism of Baby Johnson. That is, everyone residing at 24th and High Street did. And why wouldn’t they? Baby Johnson was the new light to all of their busy lives. Each tenet at 24th and High Street knew the importance of celebrating and supporting the proud parents after the loss of their beloved three-year old. Through death and new life, they surrounded each other in grief and happiness. During the service everyone gazed in wonder and smiles at the couple and their child. Miss Parks, in her motherly way, glanced at her tenets from across the aisle. She wond...
The Day Before
The hotel was bigger than she’d imagined, plusher than the pictures and videos had revealed and it still didn’t feel real. She had to pinch herself to confirm that it wasn’t a dream, that it was really happening to her. This was officially the best day ever! Excitement at the chance of a new beginning washed over her.“…Maria!” She turned back to face the accommodation manager, a sheepish look on her face for getting caught preoccupied.“Sorry.” She mumbled.He smiled in response and motioned her over to the door in front of him. “And this is where you’ll be staying for the next eight months.” ...
A Rainy Return
It was a gray and dreary Saturday. Rain had been thundering down for hours, most gardens would certainly be ruined. It was the kind of day where even the thought of going outside made a person shiver. Casey was, as always, tucked away in a chair that completely swallowed her, reading her way through a stack of books that teetered precariously, seeming as if at any moment it would topple over. A steaming mug of tea sat precariously on the shelf above her, almost spilling every time she reawww.onedoor.ccched for it. She paid no mind, lost completely in her book. Sighing, she closed her book and reached for t...
Come Again
CW: suicidal thoughtsMy mother dropped a thermometer once when I was little. I leaned over the mosaic of broken glass and mercury beads, and a hypnotised hand extended to pick up one of the perfect balls. The sight ripped a screech out of my mother, so shrill it sounded prehistoric, making the hand retreat immediately. She took me in her relieved arms. ‘You’re like a magpie, aren’t you? Can’t say no to shiny things.’It’s twenty-five degrees outside. I know because I’m looking at a thermometer similar to the one she broke that time, hanging outside my living room window. It could be one way, to...