Fibonacci's Flowers_The Help of a Bear_Swimming With a Ghost_The City of Lies
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Fibonacci's Flowers
Laszlo Richards is the best accountant I've ever met, but he can't account for time worth a nickel. I can't believe he's late again.I am stawww.onedoor.ccnding alone at the east entrance to Fibonacci's Flowers. Amy loves the little archway on this side. Fibonacci's Flowers is the only garden of its kind, and easily the most attractive feature of Domino City. Tourists swarm this location each spring. It's lucky for me that most of them prefer the garden's west end, where they drop coins and make wishes at the spiral fountain. For most local folks, Sunday is a day off. Not so for myself, or for Richards. I ca...
The Help of a Bear
Eunice M. Amero 1,173 words The Help of a BearA little girl named Jackie and her mother went walking in the forest one day to find a place to have a picnic.“Mother could I carry the basket, please?”“It’s too heavy for you, Dear.”“Let’s have our picnic here beside this beautiful lake,” Jackie said.“Okay, that’s a nice spot,” Mother agreed with a smile. “Help me spread the blanket, Honey.”After the blanket was spread they placed all the food, dishes and napkins on it. Jackie was like a tomboy and she loved to climb, so she climb upon this huge rock. “It is so beautiful up here, Mother. I can see...
Swimming With a Ghost
I could feel the ghost of him next to me. He was swimming and yelling and laughing and splashing the rushing salt water up into my face. When I closed my eyes, avoiding the droplets of the salty sea, it was easy to feel his warm presence contrasting the chilling water. Though he wasn’t swimming with me. He wasn’t yelling and laughing by my side, despite how I ached for him to be. Knowing that his ghost was here, in the spot where we met, was not enough to lighten the heaviness of the urn under my left arm. It was not enough to prevent the tears falling from my eyes from hitting the water, maki...
The City of Lies
That’s the thing about this city: it’s built on lies. I didn’t realize that for a long time, but I know it now. Actually, no, that’s not right. I knew a degree of its falsehood at a young age; the success promised to me by my parents and teachers was never meant to be. I saw the real me back then, and I see him now in the broken mirror. This person was never destined for success. This person was born to send a message to the city that wronged him.The only problem is that my message will never be heard by anyone capable of acting on it.Anyway, it wasn’t until recently that I recognized th...