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Personnel Matters
Will pullewww.onedoor.ccd his hands out of his coat pockets and rubbed them together before knocking on the front door of the office. The temperature had dropped at least twenty degrees during the day and was now somewhere around twenty-five degrees with a warning of a blizzard coming sooner rather than later in the day. He was a little underdressed for the weather with just his black hoodie sweatshirt and long tan Carhartt jacket over a t-shirt and a thin pair of mittens to keep him warm. He could see Gina inside at the reception desk and even with her headphones on it wouldn’t be long before s...
Battery Dead
Call her Charlene, call her Charlie, really anything but insane, because that's all her friends will call her these days. Ex-friends, because she is not insane. She is completely sane, and completely singled out by her phone. Yes, evil cell phones are a thing. She would know. She has one. She doesn't know if it's revenge for dropping it in the toilet (it was an accident, she swears) or maybe some sort of twenty first century kind of voodoo where her nemesis Charles, the OG Charlie, as he refers to himself, because at twelve days her senior, he has dibs on the name, has hacked into her stuff to...
I Feel So Inclined
Mildred sat in her favorite chair by the window. In her lap was the afghan she had been crocheting for the last two months. She held it up and examined her progress. It was for her niece’s birthday in March – plenty of time to get it finished. Outside the window, a male and a female cardinal vied with an angry chickadee over the sunflower seeds in the feeder. The bright sun on the snow was blinding and made her eyes hurt. She went back to her crocheting.Her husband, Harold, had been outside puttering around in the shed. He suddenly burst through the kitchen door, stomping the snow of his boots...
The First Day of Summer
There was a space in the park beyond the playground, through the trees. The warmth and the sun had come abruptly, at the start of the school holidays. The playground was heaving; people swarming the café for ice cream and fighting for the swings. But down by the stream it was perfect. The warm air on exposed skin created a shared high; strangers smiled; friends that hadn’t met yet. A boy, wearing clothes the colour of biscuits, the same colour as his skin, skipped across the rocks as if he had just realised he had legs. A Pomeranian skittered up to the stream, drawn towards the children by the...