The Appleton Angel_Mirror, Mirror..._Unplugged_Clock Speed
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The Appleton Angel
“You wanna do something fun?” the man in a tight blue polo asked. His small son shouted, “Yeah!” He was about four, with all the enthusiasm that age could muster.“Ok kiddo, let’s go on the super slides!’ Angel watched the man take the boy’s hand and walk off at a stroll. They were so cute, she thought, and sighed. She ran her fingers through her curly hair and stretched her long legs out in front of her. She leaned back on her bench to take in the whole scene. The Appleton Carnival was in town over the long Labor Day weekend, and Angel went alone as usual. She loved to watch the happy people c...
Mirror, Mirror...
“Jen, your breakfast is ready. Do you want it down here, or shall I bring it up?” “Thanks, mum, can I eat it here?” Mrs Perks tightened her cheeks, forced her eyes to brighten. A thin smile battled its way across her mouth as she entered the girl’s bedroom. “Here we are, darling. Oh, you are not in bed?” The bed was patted firmly as the tray was slid across the bedside table. “Come on, Jen, away from the mirror. Put the brush down, you’ll wear it out.” The girl was gently led back to bed, settled with a pillow propped against her back. A sturdy wooden tray placed across her legs. “Smells good,...
Unplugged
I had never met Abernathy Holcomb. I had registered the usual assortment of ancillary references, rather statements, that he was either a genius or and idiot. Having been taught to differ judgement until having at least tasted the soup, I put the lid back on, and reserved the right to judgement for a later time.As life often does, it provides the means necessary to take a stab at fulfilling the improvisational requirements we set for ourselves. I am introducwww.onedoor.cced to Abernathy, who seems at the time, either concerned with the world coming to an end, or with poor eye sight, his. He looks past me, t...
Clock Speed
They never moved the clock Rikka put together for them a decade ago. It rested above the fireplace, ticking slower than any clock should. She had assembled the clock herself, and would have stopped and stared at her accomplishment if she were not minutes late. She hurried into the dining room, slowing her run down to a walk before entering, letting time catch up to its regular speed. The clock began to tick again as it should. The crickets chirping outside no longer sounded slow and distorted. The air around her burst forward, a whoosh of noise that rattled the plates and utensils laid out acr...