The Catch_To Katie, forever ago._The Case Defence_If Music Be The Food of Love
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The Catch
“So, what’s the catch, Mom?” Marilyn hated Adam’s incessant disputing everything she said. ‘Six years old, and such an attitude.’ Giving birth was the easy part. She gained no status from that task. Adam kept her playing catch up. Always one, no, ten steps behind. How did he get so smart? Though glad of that, his sharp tongue exhausted her. To Adam, she could do no right. Before he could talk was really hell. “It’ll be fun. You’ll see your friends. And make new ones.” She knelt beside him. “You’ll learn new things… reading, writing. Your world will open…” Tapping his fingers, Adam listened imp...
To Katie, forever ago.
It pains me to say that I’m writing this on the back of a receipt (and I’m sure, Katie, you’re wondering what I bought to receive that receipt. If you must know, a water bottle and a bag of pretzels, which were stale but enough sustenance to get me to the airport). Oh, Katie, I’ll stop somewhere waiting for you in time, but for now it’s go go go, and at this point in my life everything’s simply so fast and I cannot stop. This will be brief, Katie, since the receipt is so short, yet I must tell you that Austria was beautiful and I enjoyed every minute of my stay--so much so that I filled the r...
The Case Defence
“What a great coincidence! I had never believed I would ever bump into you.” “I am equally surprised by this chance occurrence. All the more reason to believe in the power of miracles!” “Our faces have completely changed, but I recognized you immediately.” The voice is unmistakably yours!” “There is a reason why people say a person always stays true to his nature.” “So, where have you been all these year? And what have you been up to?” “It is a long story and I would not be able to do justice in this short meeting.” “Tell me briefly.” “Ok, let me make a concise start. I was trying to discov...
If Music Be The Food of Love
1581, London, Richard Burbage I close the door as gently as possible, it’s wooden slats create a muffled thud as it meets the frame. An involuntary shiver runs through my body as I am assaulted by the deceptively brisk morning air, it is nearing spring, but winter's touch still lingers. He is persistent. It is barely sunrise and the fresh morning dew adorns every surface, as gems on the decorawww.onedoor.ccted decolletage of a rich maid. I debate, but for a brief second, risking returning to the house to add another layer. Deciding it is not worth the risk I begin my short venture.The Theatre stands as a be...