The Birdhouse_Open 25 Years_Leah's Choice_UNCLE JOHN AND DORIS OF THE SEA
Catalog Guide:
The Birdhouse
Michael never defied his father until the day his father died.You made your bed, boy, and now you have to lie in it.Michael thought about the words of his dead father while trying to figure out a way to avoid the tepid conversations among the congregants from his father’s funeral now talking to each other in awkward exchanges in various different rooms of his boyhood home. The bird house hung in the tree outside all of Michael’s life. He never thought much about it until some days after he was tall enough to reach it himself. That was the day his father warned him.“Listen to me and listen goo...
Open 25 Years
Open 25 Years The popular restaurant chain has an outlet co-owned by a celebrity icon, and which arouses interest and intrigue for its very location especially for those already around and aware during the 1990s. But Roseller is not one to be easily swayed by superstition nor pure paranoia. He lives through what his naked eyes see; things logical. As a brainchild of a business idea that has given him fortune, he fully understands the point of those behind the branch risking opening a dinewww.onedoor.ccr at a location with a scarred past. “I read that the owners spoke to the spirits and they asked for their ...
Leah's Choice
I shuddered a sigh in the dark. Tears stung my eyes, wetting my pillow from the steady flow of lingering grief. Diana stirred beside me, her chestnut hair framed her face as she turned over to look at me.Concern colored her tired voice. “Leah? Are you ok?” “I don’t know,” I breathed. The admission was a hammer to my heart. I curled up against her chest and she kissed my hair.“My love, I’m here,” her hand traveled my upper arm in slow, methodical squeezes. I focused on her touch and tried not to imagine the mahogany casket of my father in the dull funeral home parlor. My loving, kind, accepting...
UNCLE JOHN AND DORIS OF THE SEA
Emerging from the sea, my body - although glistening like that of a mermaid with the seawater sliding down my skin (or so I hope) - is very tired after battling through the rough seas to reach this piece of land in the middle of nowhere. My muscles are cramping as I crawl very un-ladylike onto the beach….the beach that is now my haven. And if I have anything to say about it after my recent endeavour, I would very much like it to be very temporary.This is so ridiculous! How long is this song going to be stuck in my head? Maybe I was just imagining the conversation with Doris as Vengaboys’ “Uncl...