Dinner for Christine_Truth Magic Works in Mysterious Ways_Is This Reallly Good-Bye?_It's Spring
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Dinner for Christine
“Remind me again why I’m here? I should be sitting right above the 40-yard line with my war-paint on.” My best friend John had tickets to the Seahawks game tonight, but I had roped him into helping me setup this romantic night instead. “You’re here because you owe me one, and because you love Christine as much as I do, and you know this will make her happy.” John and I had been best friends since the first grade. Even though my family moved around a lot, we stayed in touch and wound up going to the same college, then accidentally both got jobs working for the same company a couple of ...
Truth Magic Works in Mysterious Ways
*Featuring characters from "Let's Face the Future"The longer Lhan walks, the more he realizes the danger he's in. His supplies wouldn't last long, and frankly, he wasn't sure how to tell what was safe up here and what would kill him gruesomely. He felt panic clawing its way up his throat, threatening to choke him. What was he going to do? He couldn't make it on his own! He stumbles over a mossy stone and catches himself on a slender tree that bends with his weight. "Sorry!" He exclaims, shuffling back as soon as he's steady. He checks it carefully to make sure he hadn't broken in. Satisfied, h...
Is This Reallly Good-Bye?
It was a long time coming, but George decided it was finally time to leave his job at Linking Manufacturing and move onto something new. After 31 years of service, Gewww.onedoor.ccorge realized he had done all the good he could at Linking. Now it was time to get the process going.George went into work on Monday morning determined to start the conversation with Paul, his supervisor. “Good morning, Paul. Can we schedule some time for a meeting later today?”Paul quickly responded, “Absolutely. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, anyway.”Monday midmorning, George hesitantly walked into Paul’s offic...
It's Spring
Two friends perched on a sun-warmed rock beside a babbling brook. One was a toad, his coarse, olive skin enjoying the new warmth of the sun. The other was a cricket, anxious to search for reemerging bugs but obliged to sit by his friend.A light breeze nearly tipped over the cricket, so he huddled nearer to the frog to be protected against the soft winds that sent the leaves singing. Also to stay out of view of mama birds desperate to feed their chirping children. Normally the cricket submerged himself in tall grass on days like these and only allowed himself freedom at night. But this year...