Free At Last_A Trip to Remember_To Gift a Plum Blossom_My Body
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Free At Last
“Why don’t you sit down?” the lady said to the boy, a survey officer, after a cursory scrutiny of his identity card that he showed to her. “Thank you!” The boy said and sat down in the waiting room of a lawyer’s firm. It seemed like a humble office. Not exquisite like some other firms he had visited in the past.“I am Mindy, receptionist of the firm, and also Mr. Mani’s secretary. I am afraid but Mr. Mani is busy and he prefers to meet people only through appointments,” she said.“I can ask you to book an appointment but this survey is very important and it would take only 5 to 10 minutes of Mr....
A Trip to Remember
The back-up on route 12 wasn’t a surprise. It was to be expected for an August day in the Outer Banks. They were almost to their rental in Corolla when the rain hit. There was only one way in and out, and the summer downpour quickly flooded the road, so the car crept by slowly through the deep puddles of rainwater.The windshield wipers were going as fast as they could, but it was still difficult to see.“It’s not much further,” Amy promised. The car was quiet with the three of them focused on the torrential rain pelting the car, the wiper’s flapping like a crazed bird“The house is on the sound...
To Gift a Plum Blossom
Zengmei poked her earlobe with her gold demon-spike of an earring a good five times before she finally found where the hole was and pushed it through. Her maid, Tian Wen, was looming over her, carefully gathering the top part of her hair into a jade comb carved with peonies.It was the one Song Fenghai – second son of the Song Sect of Lushan – had given to her as an engagement gift. The wedding was due to occur a fwww.onedoor.ccew weeks from now.It was a wedding of necessity. Zengmei had no interest in love anyway.Her sister, Ruilan, had taken a child of the Blood Sect and hopped along her merry way away fro...
My Body
My BodyRima had never felt so happy and sad at the same time. The cramps in her lower abdomen signaled the onrush of anger, madness, and masquerades. It was a routine affair. Every month she would slide into layers of self-denial and self-assertion. The pain felt like a relief. It spread into her lower body, radiating in sharp darts keeping her calves company for almost four days. This was normal. Every woman went through the monthly woes. She was 28 and just married. Her mother-in-law laid out a stringent set of dos and don’ts for her. Don’t enter the kitchen, don’t sit on the sofa, stay in ...