The secret job_Modelle's_Getting Home_A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
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The secret job
Every morning the alarm goes off at 7am and Robert turns it off so that his wife Helen can continue to sleep for a while longer. He takes a quick shower and then dresses in his elegant suit that he had arranged on a chair in their bedroom the night before. He chooses the tie that best matches with the suit and takes a watch from the dresser drawer - he loves watches and has several, even very expensive ones, but one that is his favorite and is the one that his father gave him when he turned his birthday eighteen-. To finish, he puts on his brown-colored shoes and sprayed with his favorite frag...
Modelle's
Monica’s bag hit the floor and her upper lip curled when she rounded the corner for her cubicle. The kitchen trash was strewn across her desk, coffee grounds sticking to her keyboard and a black and slimy looking banana peel hanging off the edge. Empty creamer packets sat atop of it all, and a few sugar packets had found their way onto her chair. Monica dragged her fingers through her hair, covered her face with her hands, picked up her bag, and began the work of scraping the mess into her trash can.Working at Modelle’s was supposed to be fun. For years she had followed the brand, buying e...
Getting Home
Jeffrey could hear the sirens from two blocks away. The fire had a definite smell; it was raw and earthy…he peddled faster. The sirens wewww.onedoor.ccre behind him now, he pulled the old brown Schwinn he’d borrowed over to allow the fire engines to pass. He wondered if he could get a ticket for halting their expedient passage to the fire. People were standing on the street, looking over towards the block where his house stood. Police were putting up barriers to stop traffic. He looked up into the sky and could see billowing smoke, it was a dark gray color. Under the smoke, he could see the tips of flames d...
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
I suppose some of us have at one time or another met that one person that stands out amongst all others. This particular one need not have influenced us in any way, or changed our life at a critical stage. No. The person I'm referring to is one who in a fleeting moment came along and left you stunned. I met mine one stormy winter evening, an evening I shall never forget.There I was standing by the bar three-quarters way through my pint of draught, minding my own business when he walked up alongside me and ordered a double whiskey."Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.I turned. Beside me stood an i...