Fairy Grandmother_Stardust Promises_My Sister Stacy_Through the Darkened Sea
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Fairy Grandmother
On the whole, Robert was a good child. Both his parents worked from home, where each had an office in the house. He loved going to his nursery school, where he was a popular child and had a large circle of friends. Normally in the school holidays, his mother would allow him to spend time with each of his friends. But now, unfortunately, that socialising was not an option at the moment and they left him to amuse himself in the house and garden. Bored, he wandered into the garden clutching his teddy bear. He sat on the little wall looking around, enjoying the sounds of nature around him. Ther...
Stardust Promises
“A raspberry swirl, plewww.onedoor.ccase,” asks the brown-haired boy from the other side of the counter. He smiles at me in a way I don’t see often in teenage boys, and I see a lot of them, what with working in an ice cream shop. I smile back as I pick up the spoon to get him his scoop. “That’ll be four eighty,” I say, and he slides a five-dollar note across the counter. “Keep the change,” he says, winking at me. Another smile creeps up my face, even though I do my best to suppress it. Without looking down, and without him noticing, I sprinkle some stardust onto his ice cream, just enough so that he’ll want...
My Sister Stacy
The vintage red bat phone on my desk rings and I know before I pick it up, I’m going to be pissed. I bought it to provoke discipline-you know, a direct call to action, but lately the phone is an irritant. Instead of calling me on my cell, when he is going to be late, Steve calls the hot line. He thinks it lessens the blow. Since the law firm lost a partner, all I hear is “gotta keep making those billable hours.” I let it go to the answering machine. This way I have a sliver of a moment to believe it’s an aberrant salesperson trying to sell me a burial plot, which would be more preferred than...
Through the Darkened Sea
Lane took a deep breath to ground herself. The air smelled heavily of ash and engine oil, but she had become accustomed to it over the many months she’d spent fighting this war. The beach she stood on was bleak, the sky overcast, though whether that was a feature of the weather or the accumulation of smoke was hard to say. It almost always looked like this. She surveyed the ruins of the tanks, the scattered guns and the debris of combat with a heavy heart. The bodies had been cleared away by the clunky B units half an hour prior, but she could easily make out where they had fallen. Her job was...