Waiting._Malnutrition Villa._The Button of Origin_The Introvert
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Waiting.
The sound of gravel crunching under foot startled Alicia. She threw the covers off the bed and slowly, stealthily got to her feet. She mustn't make any noise, she couldn't wake them. Alicia moved the curtains quickly and looked out into the dark night. It was still and calm, no sign of any movement. Alicia inhaled deeply to steady herself. The contradiction of her racing heart and shaking body against the serene and tranquil night was not lost on her.She glanced at her watch, ten to midnight. She was hot and uncomfortable, she was wearing jeans and a tee shirt under her pajamas. She reached un...
Malnutrition Villa.
"Good morning, world. Another day in the life of Malnutrition Villa," thought Lynnie, an ageing, free caregiver for old Bobby Dullton. She barely did her hair, before he was moaning and calling for her. Lynnie attended to his needs, he was trying to turn on the television with his mobile phone. "Up and about early," she commented. She asked herself what Jesus would do. Smile and turn the other cheek. "Captain Smiley's here!" It was a day in the life of the ageing Dulltons. Lynnie answered the summons. Lynnie affectionately titled the villa unit, Malnutrition Villa. It was the worldwide cente...
The Button of Origin
The master wasn’t pleased with me. I wasn’t making much progress, even though I honestly tried my best.“You try too hard,” he said, “your thoughts are the problem.” I gave him a long look. I deeply resented his cryptic communication style. I had to admit it was very Zen though. “I don’t even know what that means,” I sighed, “um, respectfully,” I added, seeing his eyebrows come together. Master Hao gave out a growl and stood up. His brown, oak silk robe rustled and I felt a delicate smell of citrus flowers. He walked to a small table in the pavilion and fetched an iron teapot. He sat down, sett...
The Introvert
You stand with your finger pressed to the doorbell. At first, no one answers. The temptation to turn away, to leave it for tomorrow, for never, is almost overpowering. Sweat breaks across the back of your neck. Your stomach turns over. But then you hear a voice. Come in, they say. Now you must step inside. You want to kill her. She did this to you. But she is already dead. * Thanks to the aunt who always showed up at Christmas dinners and Easter lunches, dressed like Audrey Hepburn at one of her glam parties, wiwww.onedoor.ccth a dirty martini balanced precariously in a black-gloved hand and a long cigaret...