Satin Doll_Carry Me_What Would the Grandchildren Say?_Nepotism
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Satin Doll
Satin Doll“Nancy, I feel alive!”“Do you, Tess, that’s lovely, darling. How about we get you onto the bed? There we are.” Nancy poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table. “So, what’s got you all excited then?”“It’s Jim. Jim the Gem, I call him.”“Ah, I thought it might be something along those lines. Well you be careful! He’s new — we don’t want any broken hearts.”“You’re a good girl. But you should tell him that! He brought me flowers this morning, look.” Tess pointed past the bottom of her bed, and she bounced with delight as Nancy cooed. “From our garden. But I see he knows y...
Carry Me
Piercing the mid-winter’s raging storm, A lorry danced through the bumpy outskirts of tiny town. In the trunk of that lorry laid a girl clad in utter calm, yet in her deep emerald eyes, swirls from an undying tornado showed. The blood in her veins gushed through every bit of her being like high tides hitting a rock end. Every now and then she would crane her neck out and check how far away the green light was. It wasn’t new to me; distant looks, longing www.onedoor.cceyes, expectations and anticipations, I had seen these all-round the globe. Before I continue, let’s get you to know me. I am the Moon. One wh...
What Would the Grandchildren Say?
Okay, let’s get this straight. You’re never going to rob a bank without it scaring people, and if you have any modicum of decency, you’re never going to feel right about that. The minute I walked into the Eastern Counties branch on a quiet market square on a rainy Thursday afternoon, wearing a mask bearing the image of Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, and I said, “Nobody needs to be worried if you do as I say,” I knew that of course they’d be worried. Frankly in their position I’d have been scared stiff and a cowering whining wreck and quite possibly have visited the bathroom without visiting t...
Nepotism
Part I As I climbed the subway steps at 8th and Market Streets my phone rang. It took a few minutes for me to get service. By the time I was halfway at 8th and Chestnut Streets, my service was back at 100%. My phone beeped. The caller had left a message.I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to retrieve the message. People rushing to work walked around me, complaining. A man walked into me and didn’t say anything.“Well dag! It’s not like you didn’t see me!” I yelled at him!“Get out the way! People are trying to get to work!” The man yelled back.“Ugh! I swear! Philadelphia has some of the rude...