Back Up_The Balinese Honeymoon_Percy, the old rebel Swede_The Old House by the Sea
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Back Up
“Man, whose idea … was this? My feet are … burning. I’m tired. It’s 105 degrees. No clouds. We’re climbing this, … what? Mountain?”“Easy, Ray. Easy. Stop. … Catch your breath,” said Karl.Gasping for air, Ray went on, “We’re lugging … gallon jugs of water, and I am … losing … traction. … Loose rocks on … the … trail. This is nuts. Not … prepared for … this. Almost fell … a couple … of times already.”Karl had been following close behind. The two of them had been going up fast. He slowed down when he saw that Ray had stopped.Karl walked up to Ray and laid his gallon of water down on a rock wall....
The Balinese Honeymoon
“I can’t believe you didn’t bring the entire atlas.” “Well, I didn’t plan to end up here, Nancy. I pulled out the pages that mattered for our trip.” “But if you’re going to bring some pages, you might as well bring the whole thing! Clearly, the unexpected can happen.” “When we talk about the unexpected, I was thinking about an extra glass of wine at dinner, not a plane crash.” “Our travel guide says to plan for side excursions…” “Again, he meant a jaunt into the countryside,www.onedoor.cc not barely surviving in a jungle with five strangers and howler monkeys. Besides, could you determine where we are ...
Percy, the old rebel Swede
Percy, the old rebel SwedeThere are no other sounds here at Kangaroo Point besides the heavy traffic passing over The Story Bridge. Main Street is always quiet. It is like being at a dead end and yet there is so much life there in the city across the river. This seems to be a secret place where the fruit bats hang in the paw paw trees at night and the rain flows under the wooden houses like a never-ending river. It is hot, humid and it smells of frangipanis and the tropics. We like sitting in the park under the big Moreton Bay fig tree in the evening watching the city lights from the glasshous...
The Old House by the Sea
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark.There was a silence hanging in the air between us that was palpable. She was my sister, and I knew I couldn't stop her from making the worst mistake of her life. When Gwenn had her mind set, there was no stopping her. She was in love.We hadn't spoken in almost a year since our fight after the wedding, but I received a mysterious letter in the mail just days ago. I knew I needed to see her to ensure it was true. In her beautiful handwriting, she had written a short letter that read:To my dearest baby sister,Things are even bett...