The stranger and the hotel room........_L.I.F.E.: A Raspberry Family Story_Mr. William’s Wandering B
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The stranger and the hotel room........
One sunny day Sidney was cooking dinner in her apartment when she realized that she had made plans with her new friend to eat lunch at the new burger restraunt! So she quickly cleaned up everything in the kwww.onedoor.ccitchen and hurried to her car. When she finally arrived, her new friend was already there with her food in front of her waiting. Sidney rushed up to her and apolagized multiple times, until her friend had enough of her. Her new friend decided that she no longer wanted to be friends with Sidney and just strait up left the burger place and drove away. Sidney was so upset that she just couldn't...
L.I.F.E.: A Raspberry Family Story
Maurice was used to strange things happening. For one thing- he lived in Boysenberry Falls; a place that had their own supervillain and hero for pity’s sake. And reason two; four of his best friends were Raspberries. And everyone in town knew that to be friends with Raspberries meant being on a first-name base with the weird and impossible. So he wasn’t exactly surprised when the app he was designing went from saying its first word: “Hello” and followed it with its first sentence, curiosity filling its slightly metallic voice- “What are you making me for?” Maurice stared at the screen. The whi...
Mr. William’s Wandering Bus Service
My thighs cling to the plastic seats of Mr. William’s Wandering Bus Service bus as we swerve around on-coming traffic. I lean closer to the window and look out. I notice the hills slowly leveling out. The terrain repeats itself, field after field. I’m in Kansas. Just eight-or-so more hours of sweating my make-up off, and I will be standing in the air-conditioned hotel. I chew my lip with anticipation. An elderly lady, smelling like floral perfume, sits next to me. I inch sideways and lean closer to the window. I want to avoid conversation, so I pull out my phone to act busy. I go to turn i...
My Good Friend Delany
It took Elsie two minutes flat to fortify the patch of carpet between the end table and the wall and the chaise. A soon as Nanny had stepped out of the room—“just give me one second, dear,”—Elsie had left her place at the big glass dining room table where her and Nanny had been working at school and dropped into the crawlspace next to the couch. After a moment's thought, Elsie hopped back out and grabbed her blanket and a pillow from the chaise. In the crawlspace Elsie stretched the blanket above her until it formed a canopy, and then she wedged the pillow up against the end table and the cra...