Fade to Light_Viola_Ol' Dogs and Young Pups_Voices
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Fade to Light
I rose from the stage floor–I couldn’t remember why I’d fallen–and peered down at my husband. He came! It was my last show. I was really retiring, this time, I’d told him (truth was, I was more of a liability than an asset, at my age, so I was encouraged to take a final bow); but I refused to get my hopes up that he would come. And, then, there he was.He looked as dapper as ever in his blackwww.onedoor.cc suit. It was too dark to see its color as he took his seat, but I knew that suit. I recognized how it moved on him, and how he moved in it. I knew all his suits. He didn't eat much, these days, so it was ...
Viola
When Viola crashed into the tree, her ski’s unlocking from her boots and flying off the edge of the mountain, her body rolling across the cold, wet ground, she was sure death was keeping watch from below. Of course, she had taken the wrong turn. Of course, she was stuck in the areas left unexplored, dangerous, and wild. With the snow, packed heavy on the ground as it continued to fall in sprinkles around her, Viola knew any marks she might’ve left would be long gone soon enough. Even if she had her skis, still banging and crashing their way down the very steep fall, Viola was barely skilled en...
Ol' Dogs and Young Pups
William sighed, a dull headache throbbing behind his eyes. It was another gloomy overcast day in Portland, Oregon. The kind of day where William questioned why he was still here, driving the armored truck around town and stocking ATM machines for the Federal Union Bank. Instead, he could be dozing off in a rocking chair on a porch somewhere in Idaho, happily retired like his previous partner Richard had last month. “Take the plunge, Will,” Richard had said when they talked on the phone last week, “retiring and moving out to the country to watch potatoes grow is a lot better than it sounds.”“Su...
Voices
“Listen, can’t you hear them?” Dan heard a woman’s voice coming from the production room. He waited for a response, as if waiting for the crash after something fell. When the crash didn’t come, he went back to work. His boss got the order on Thursday a week before Thanksgiving, and somehow they managed to get the materials printed and delivered on Monday, and the temp agency came through with two workers for the three day week before Thanksgiving. It was a risk, but it was go temp, or go home. Most of the temps he had used this year were good, except for one woman who left in an ambulance. He...