A Day in the Park_You Know I Love You, Right?_50 Years of Rhododendrons_Vengeance Served Cold
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A Day in the Park
This unexpected day has come. Time froze. I was just thinking about where shall I have my dinner as I stroll on this craquelure of a concrete park’s floor, peppered with the orange crisp leaves of the afternoon autumn when a woman … a woman who felt so familiar grabbed me by the shoulders. Her eyes gash like spring while her lips tremble like ripples. She felt so familiar that the moment I had my eyes set on hers, It felt like I was lost and I was home at the same time.Her lips tried to open every now and then but it appears to me something had been hindering her to speak. Without telling it, ...
You Know I Love You, Right?
Lane heard the stumbling footfalls of his intoxicated mother advance up the stairs of his house. He silently started begging to anyone who would listen for her to put herself to bed, and save him from her drunken torment. A feeling of trepidation shivered through him, hearing her approach his door rather than continue down the hall to her room. A little tap assaulted his bedroom door and it didwww.onedoor.ccn’t wait for an answer before slowly creaking open and giving way to his Mum’s silhouette peeping around the doorway,“Are you still awake?” Asking as if it mattered, though he knew that whether or not he...
50 Years of Rhododendrons
The steam of Esther’s mug of tea swirls and disappears in the morning sun. She sits in a chair just outside the door of her small English cottage, staring out at the massive expanse of rhododendrons she has amassed in the 50 years since she and her husband moved in as young newlyweds. The sweet smell and the sound of bees buzzing to and from the purple flowers awake her senses and prepare her for the day. A lone honey bee lands on her floral-printed robe, which is welcomed by Esther, and she smiles as the bee flies off in search of food. Esther has always been fascinated by honey bees. She now...
Vengeance Served Cold
VENGEANCE SERVED COLD " Am I not Bar-Tigar, lord of all lands I roam?" He looked down at the pulsing red jets that spurted from the throat of the boar. " I honor you by taking your flesh and freeing your spirit, continuing the circle." He lapped at his still twitching prey, curved hooks pointing towards his throat, called papillae, coated his tongue, ripping off layers of hide and flesh with each pass. The tender pork exposed was a delicacy he could not resist. Holding its body down firmly with his paws, he used his three inch canine teeth to rip large chunks of meat that he gulped down...