The People in the Windows_Inheritance or not?_Don't Remember Me_Pumpkin lattes spiced with sorro
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The People in the Windows
He’s only about fifteen yards away from us, this madman with a gun and two children standing in front of him like pawns on a chess board. The pavement is new beneath his feet and the painted lines, the pavement markers, they’re crisp and bright. There’s ten of us and only one of him and only two children. I can feel my heart beat in my throat, each pulse gagging me, punching on my uvula. I can barely hear my sergeant yelling commands like, “Drop the gun,” and, “Nobody has to get hurt,” and other things that I can’t hear over the throbbing of my pulse in my ears. A throbbing so intense that I c...
Inheritance or not?
"Earth to Henry." Marion cut into my thoughts. She waved her hand in front of my face. I clearly was someplace else. I blinked a few times and returned to the moment. I caught the look she was giving me. "What? So I had to think, you never just do that?" She smiled at me. I smiled right back. "Sure I guess sometimes, there's never a dull moment with you. More coffee?" She inquired. "Yes, please. I think I'm going to need it today. Did you cancel my ten thirty?" Marion was already at the door, she faced me. "I took care of it already. Try and relax Henry. You seem stressed." She shut the door t...
Don't Remember Me
Trigger warning: violenceHad he written with a quill; the ink would have splattered. Another novel was almost finished. Another masterpiece, he reckoned. Robert had been a crime author for as long as he could remember. Although, that’s not saying much. Seven years ago, he was in an accident claiming his memory. Waking up from a coma, he remembered nothing. Not even his name. The doctors had given him a piece of paper, a pen, and instructions to write down anything that came to mind. Anything he could remember from his past. But nothing came to mind. Nothing at all. And so, he wrote nothing. Th...
Pumpkin lattes spiced with sorrow.
Café Zest was always my safe place. It was somewhere I could go, undisturbed and be my true self. It was where I met my most authentic match and thrived in self resilience and improvement. I had woken up content, breathing in consciously aware of the ripe fresh energy that flowed through the breeze. As my late Aunt would say “The weather to put a spring in your step”. A spring in my step on such a beautiful Thursday noon. I had felt a thrill to the day and in doing so had color coordinated perfectly with the fallen leaves outside. My hair was full of life and my lipstick matched my vibe. I was...