Room of the Departed_Cocktail Party_Monday Morning Monotony_Angelfish
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Room of the Departed
It was very late at night, but the room was still full of chatter and the clinking of cups. The glass chandelier reflected off of the polished tables; thick red carpets coated the floor and the occasional servant floated past in a pure-white uniform. He was there on the side, dabbing sweat off his brow and nervously massaging the place where his right index finger used to be. He jumped at an offer of wine, nervously declined positions at a table, and every few minutes pulled out a large golden pocket watch. An excessive little bowler hat sat on his head, which he occasionally pushed at or adj...
Cocktail Party
Carl Jenkins felt his cheeks cracking at the points where his smile ended. He’d been autographing his books for hours, his fingers were cramped, and his throat was dry.“Fantastic work, Carl. We haven’t done this much business since Christmas.” Marty, the bookstore owner and Carl’s best friend, put another paper cup of water on the desk. Carl rubbed his eyes and sipped some water. “How much longer?”“Just another hour.” Marty ran his fingers through his red curls. “The line is still out the door. We can extend the signing for another day.”“Sorry, Marty. I’m supposed to go on Oprah in two days. I...
Monday Morning Monotony
By nature, I was not a violent person. I believed in the value of kindness. Heck, I even left the office and hauled myself to yoga classes four or five times a week to get my zen on and burn off the extra calories I consumed due to my fancy coffee addiction. Despite those firmly-held beliefs, when it took an entire ten minutes for my desktop to power on, my patience was lacking. It took another five to log in, bring up the desktop, and I audibly groaned when I clicked to open the browser and the screen just turned completely white. It would www.onedoor.cctake a solid five to ten minutes more to restore my ...
Angelfish
Fairy tales hardly ever come true for quiet girls. Kaylani was absolutely certain of that. It was her slightly overweight 28 year old self with medium, gray-streaked brown hair that Kaylani dragged to her job every day. It was a good job. No, her mother thought it was a good job, because her job title had the words “software” and “engineer” in it. Coming home each evening to her tiny apartment, she quietly hated her existence. The highlight of her life was her twice-weekly after-work visits to the grocery store. Secretly and shyly, she had a crush on Mario, the clerk behind the meat counter. A...