Magic Lemonade_Let's Do It Again_Invisible to Being_A Friend In Need
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Magic Lemonade
It happened at 9:17 pm. I know the exact time because I had been looking at my watch, timing myself as I brushed my teeth."Always brush for one whole minute," Dad used to say.So I did. Sometimes, I even added on thirty seconds, just to be sure. Anyway, at 9:17, as I was brushing my teeth, someone knocked on my window.Knock, knock knock. Then a three second pause. Knock, knock, knock. Then a three second pause.Immediately, I knew who it was. My best friend, Ben. The knock pattern was our emergency call. We hadn't needed it for a while, so I jump a bit at the sound. Part of me doesn't want to an...
Let's Do It Again
The hostess led us to a window table. It was the same table we had shared fifty years ago. We both were actually surprised the place was still around."I remember our last dinner here like it was only yesterday.""Me too. Those were some great times. Can't wait to hear what's been happening with you.""And you're gonna have to tell me about your last fifty years.""May I start you two off with some drinks? We have Pepsi products or something from the bar.""I'll have a Pepsi Mango if you have it.""Sure do. And you sir?""I'll have a Molson.""I'm sorry. We don't have Molson.""Okay how abo...
Invisible to Being
It was practically horizontal. As in everything. The winds were gusting, bringing the rain with them. Trash cans were being hurled across the streets. Now and then, we have storms. But, for some reason, this one felt different. 20 minutes later: “Anu? Are you there?” a voice calls out to me from the storm. My window is been encapsulated by a dark shadow. I immediately draw the blinds and turn off the lights. Who would be at my window at this hour? Impossible. “Anu, it’s Caleb. From English?” Okay, this was mega creepy. I’ve probably said ten words to this kid since the sixth grade, and he kno...
A Friend In Need
Bobby Lockwood had been my best friend since first grade. We had played together, gone to school together, had sleepovers and did little league together. Our family life was a total opposite. Of course since I was an only child I was treatedlike royalty. Bobby on the other hand was blamed for everything that went wrong at www.onedoor.cchis house. I cannot call it a home because for Bobby it was hell.At least once a week Bobby's stepfather would find a reason to beat him. I found out one weekend when we had a sleepover. When Bobby took his shirt off to get ready for bed I noticed several belt mar...