Different Rules_Flim Flam_Twist of Fate_What Jamie Didn't Know
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Different Rules
On a hot, sticky August afternoon in 1946, the heat from the sidewalk burned through www.onedoor.ccmy sandals as I walked the long blocks to my piano lesson. My satchel, loaded with practice books, sheet music and a one dollar fifty cent lesson fee, thumped against my bare leg. Sweat covered my skinny, nine-year-old body. Each week I dragged myself the ten blocks from our home in Highland Park to Oak Street, where I played scales and learned simplified classical music pieces from Miss Ruth Graves. I didn’t look forward to these lessons, and today I was especially miffed at having to give up an afternoon sp...
Flim Flam
Flim Flam“You are telling me you don’t even own a gun. You’ve never even shot a gun. You are afraid of guns, and yet when we tested your hands for residue, we found evidence of gun powder. Please explain.”I like to go over the evidence before trial, especially one I’m supposed to testify in. I find playing both roles gives me a perspective that helps once I get up there before the defendants shyster lawyers.Of course he’s guilty. Science does not lie. Anything short of having a picture of someone else holding the gun, standing over the body, would perhaps question his guilt. Sure the evidence ...
Twist of Fate
Twist of Fate Sirens screamed past the window and returned a second later to shout another warning. Jamie pressed her fingers to her temples. Frame by frame, her gaze slid from the TV screen to the speckled glass. The Alabama sky crackled to life, illuminating angry puffs shifting and writhing close to the earth. Through the dots on the window, she saw debris swirl closer. In the darkened sky, a finger formed. Jamie watched in fascination as the finger reached down to touch the earth, punctuated by a brilliant flash, then slide back up again. Trees bowed low; their leaves shook like feathers,...
What Jamie Didn't Know
Katie was pacing around the kitchen when the kettle whistled. “Finally,” she said as she slammed the mugs down and poured the water, steam billowing around her face. She hastily assembled the tea – throwing leaves in the infuser and dunking them into the water. Normally, watching Katie make tea was one of Jamie’s favorite things. She loved watching the care Katie took in making sure the infusers were filled with the exact grams of tea that were called for and watching her dunk the cute pink thermometer into water. Katie believed that green tea leaves had to be added at 180 degrees and bl...