The Boy and The Mirror_The Fishbowl_Luck o' the Irish_Tradition
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The Boy and The Mirror
It was a week past his second birthday when he saw her for the first time.One afternoon, when his mother had gone to tea with the other ladies, he peeked into her room, he was bored. There was no one there so he toddled in carefully – he was still new to this walking business. He liked his mother’s room – it smelled nice, like that funny sweet smelling thing she put in the water before putting him in the bathtub. He liked the water and the bubbles.“Bubb!” He giggled to himself. The sound echoed in the empty room. He stopped laughing for just then a funny thing happened. He was standing in fron...
The Fishbowl
Julia Simmons walked into the bar and sat down at a table that gave her a clear view of the beach. She wasn’t in the best of moods, and when the bartender asked her what she wanted she ordered a fishbowl. With a lift of an eyebrow the bartender John walked behind the old mahogany bar and began fixing the fruity drink, which was made with several liquors,many different fruits,and lemonade.The concoction was literally served in an old fashioned fish bowl with two straws and an umbrella. It was the signature drink of the bar, which was also named The Fishbowl.As Julia waited for her drink, she...
Luck o' the Irish
"Mr. Mackenzie?" The door clicks shut behind me as I step further into the plain, white room. "Mr. Mackenzie, my name is Gwen Iverson."With his back toward me, the man continues staring out the window. As the raindrops pelt the glass and streak their way down, he lets out a grunt of acknowledgement."Did anyone tell you I was coming, Mr. Mackenzie? I'm..." I pause to set my things on the table and slide into one of the wooden seats. "I'd like to interview–""Aye, they told me. I know who ye are, lass, and I know about the book ye plan to write." The man spins around. His blue eyes narrow at me. ...
Tradition
Joshua laughed loudly as he raised his glass to the others at the table. “What a heck of a party!” he said and he threw back his beer, then placed the container loudly onto the table.“Hey, why do we always get together on the 5th Wednesday of every month?” Adam asked as he hailed the waitress for another round.Billy looked at Adam with a strange look on his face. “Don't you remember? We started doing this our freshman year of college. The last day of finals fell on the 5th Wednesday of the month and you said we should go out to celebrate our survival. It was so much fun, you said we should con...