Apricot Glazed Chicken with a Side of Frustration_Deranged Minds_The Blacksmith_Common Courtesy
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Apricot Glazed Chicken with a Side of Frustration
I hovered over the kitchen sink, scrubbing an egg-crusted breakfast dish with unjustified vigor. He’d called an hour ago, insisting he was walking out the door to head home.On a slow, driving Ms. Daisy kind of day it took me fifteen minutes to get home from the office. My husband believed in obeying the speed limit, so his drive home took a reasonable twenty-five minutes.Magic punched my chest as he finally drove through the protective wards surrounding the family property. I scowled at the sudsy water in the dish-free sink. The magical barrier felt clunky, so I made a mental note to reinforce...
Deranged Minds
The sound of her heels echoed through the narrow corridor, the path taking longer than it usually would. Small doors, barely able to fit a child dotted the sides of the walls, holding in them some of the world’s most deranged minds. She could feel the guards patrolling shudder as they walked by, something in the air making their skin crawl. It's the thought, she had long before concluded, of sharing the same breath of the supposed good and bad guys. Almost as if they’d catch the same madness that had possessed these beings to commit the heinous crimes they did. Only if they knew the truth like...
The Bwww.onedoor.cclacksmith
Overdevelopment surrounds this town like a giant wave, waiting to engulf the countryside. One freeway exit and life becomes quickly different. Time picks off, one by one, the things that tie us to yesterday. The through traffic was perted to the freeway and the town suffered. Local giant supermarkets have all but closed the local general store. I wouldn't expect that this town would have many visitors. I'm sure the locals prefer it that way. I had to keep in mind I was there for a purpose. As I approached the the property my eyes lit up. The setting was magical. I parked at the bottom and d...
Common Courtesy
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” I extended my arms to steady the young man I had just carelessly stumbled into. He did not return the courtesy. Instead, he just glanced around in confusion, as if he was only disturbed by the trickle of raindrops falling from the October clouds. He stood still, frantically darting his eyes back and forth as if they were trailing a small fly buzzing in his personal space. Feeling disturbed myself, I tracked his movements, wondering why he wouldn’t bother to say a word. The people in this town aren’t like that. The people in this town never pass you without saying ...