either way I have to shoot you_Snowy Maine_Do Ends Meet?_B&B
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either way I have to shoot you
There was the sound of an unmistakable click. It resonated in the intimate space between them. Su Wei turned around, and was faced with the end of a gun pointed at her chest. It was Taleen at the other end of the gun, holding the weapon, steadily, with her left hand. Her face was unmoving, her grimace eyes behind her round glasses fixed upon Su Wei. Su Wei looked from Taleen’s index finger on the trigger, back up to her eyes, and slowly rose her hands in the air.“On your knees.” Taleen demanded, her feminine voice wasn’t threatening, but it was serious, the condensation from her exhale visible...
Snowy Maine
Friday, January 1, 2010I’m officially married to my Love and we are traveling on an airplane to Boston for an overnight stay before we catwww.onedoor.ccch a second flight to Maine! I’m not feeling too nervous though I managed to take a few deep breaths as we took off. I’ve not been on an airplane since I was 2 years old and now being 25 years old…well, it is a bit of an adjustment. Our luggage got through just fine, but when I walked through the metal detectors all the bells and whistles went off and I just got terrorist scanned. Yeah, I thought it would be nice to leave my wedding updo just as it was earli...
Do Ends Meet?
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. ‘Congratulations!’ said the nurse, as she was holding an eight and a half pound baby girl wrapped in a linen cloth, extending a warm smile to the mom, Prerna. ‘You have given birth to a beautiful baby girl!’ Prerna who was still lying on the maternity bed, and was struggling to somehow sit up, couldn’t believe the nurse’s words, but managed to extend her arms toward the baby and her eyes fixed on the baby’s face as that was the only part she could see. Taking the baby within her arms, Prerna struggled to lower her head so that she could...
B&B
October had spread across the countryside painting the leaves in its wake. The crisp breeze rustled the already fallen leaves as they ventured out to the orchard. The local orchard, Bees and Blossoms, was less than a mile from their home by foot. Over the past twenty-five years that they had been married this back-wood walk had become a family tradition. She remembered when they had first found the “orchard” path the first year that they lived on Morningstar Road. She had spied the small wooden arrow when they came back from a grocery trip one Autumn day. Falling leaves and bare limbs revealed...