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Just the two of us
The small room holds just the two of us, a square table, four metal chairs, and a million secrets. My mother and I sit side by side but the other two remain empty. The officers in their dark-colored suits have stepped out to get coffee and water. The men are exactly like actors—short hair, straight-faced—no-nonsense curt enforcers. Maybe, one has a soft side and likes to garden but I don’t know because I didn’t touch either of them.My mother begins to talk the moment they leave. Her words come out fast. Her sentences trip over one another because we don’t have much time. “Jane will pick you u...
2,047 Wages
She hadn’t realized that Ferrin was so young. Ferrin had been on the island before she was born. Diara remembered mother saying something about him arriving to Duskrik the same yeawww.onedoor.ccr dad’s favorite work horse died, and Berna would have been three at the time so...about 17 years ago. She thought long and hard, Ferrin couldn’t have been older than her cousin Richard who was about 35? She couldn’t be sure. Either way it wasn’t often that a man under 35 had a missing fore-arm and an eye patch. Diara was sitting by the window in her room. The house was silent as a graveyard. Her grandfather was due ...
RUNNING WITH WOLVES
RUNNING WITH WOLVESBy ANTHONY J. COVAL JR.Zaira wandered quite a few miles from the village. It was quite dark, but the moonlight was enough to make roving about at night possible, but certainly not advisable. She sought a rare herb exhibiting phosphorescent properties and its soft nighttime radiance made it stand out in the darkness. Her search was unsuccessful. She went much further than she intended. That was the only thing that saved her life. When she turned toward home and saw the red pulsating glow on the horizon behind her, she had run as fast as she was capable, but it wasn’t nearly f...
Shadows of the Headless Horseman
As a child, I read the story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” and thought the town was only a figment of Washington Irving’s imagination. That was until I moved there. How I happened to end up in Sleepy Hollow is another story, but to put it simply, I was unemployed and was offered a job there. Being from Albany, New York, I did have far to travel. I just had to head down Interstate 87, head east across the Hudson River, and voila! I was there.Now you may think I was offered a glamorous job, such as a bank vice president, or a member of the board of a major company, but that would be far from th...