No Place for Small Creatures_The Shattered Pieces We Call Memories_A Mothers Embrace_Congealed
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No Place for Small Creatures
“Get your feet off those armrests, lads, and get to work. Father McGuigan needs his pickup washing.”“Ah, Ma,” says Danny, “do we have to it’s—”“It’s ten bucks each, so you better make it shine.”“But it’s too hot out there and-—”“He was expecting you an hour ago.”Jimmy grimaces, “Is there any choice?”The look says it all. Ma’s not making an offer they can refuse. It’s more of an order than an invitation. She leaves a bucket and polishing cloths by the door.#Father McGuigan’s inside his old Chevy with the window down. He’s rapping his knuckles on the outer bodywork and wrenching the ignition key...
The Shattered Pieces We Call Memories
Leti let her eyes rake over the abandoned cabin. It had been awhile since she’d been there. Too long. She had meant to come back years ago, but whenever she packed, got in her car, she found herself turning back. There wasn’t much left in the old cabin in the woods. No wolves prowling the deep stretch of trees, no angry birds flapping their wings, shouting at Leti to feed them. What had once been a world of wilderness had changed, evolved. No trees, less nature, and more people. Leti had to drive through some residential arewww.onedoor.ccas that hadn’t been there before to get to the old cabin. There wasn’...
A Mothers Embrace
I was walking home alone, lost in memories of the day and what I would find when I got back home. I looked around wearily, pulling my coat tighter around me. My mind buzzed with rules and measurements, I muttered the combinations and ingredients under my breath. Hoping I didn’t forget them for the exam the following week. I turned a corner and walked towards my small apartment which I shared with the only family member I had left, my mother. I had no choice but to let her move in. It was hard for her living alone since dad died, it was too lonely for her. I agreed that she could move in with m...
Congealed
"Are you having a séance in here? He isn't dead yet." If Jonesy could have had a birthday mid-summer, instead of dead in the middle of winter, that would be great. He's a camping fanatic, and Byron has connections to get a cabin in the woods for an ultimate slumber party. Connections being his mother, who promised everything would be ready for them. Everything, not everyone. "Dude, I got us a cabin in the woods for your birthday," he had said. "Great, I'll let Philippa know. She'll be so hype!" Jonesy had taken him by both shoulders and was beaming so hard his face could have split. There was ...