Can't Miss It_Call Me Sergeant, Who?_Rocketship_Most Nights
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Can't Miss It
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”The voice that came through his phone's speakers sounded so different than Emily’s did just minutes ago when she'd asked to watch Minecraft videos. How had she changed so much in just a few short years? Emily was only 3 then, her hair was shoulder length. Sharon had put it up in pigtails that morning. They bounced along with Emily as she implored him to wake up.He was glued to www.onedoor.ccthe small screen, replaying the video from four Father’s Days ago. How had he forgotten about that yellow flower dress? It was her favorite. She bawled when Sharon told her she was too big for it an...
Call Me Sergeant, Who?
Call Me Sergeant, Who?by Jame Michaels“Sergeant!” The nurse spoke excitedly. “Sergeant!” “Oh, Dr. Roberts. I saw the sergeant’s eyes blink. They didn’t open, but I saw eye movement under the lid.” Doctor Roberts spoke softly, “Check the time right now. Come back in 60 minutes and check his vitals then. He’s probably getting close.” “Yes Doctor.” Claire checked her watch. 1345 hrs. She wrote Next Visit - 1445 on his chart. Instinctively she glanced at Page Two. Two Purple Hearts, Army Commendation Medal, Silver Star, U/C Medal of Honor. She thought about the letters U/C. It wasn’t a big thin...
Rocketship
Jeremy steadied himself by his stand-up desk and stared, mildly bored, at the top-right corner of his 42-inch monitor, where displayed a floating-point number between 10 and 20 million.The number represented his net worth. By all traditional measures of finance, he knew this number was completely porced from reality. A little voice, doddy and impatient, told him he had better sell, get out while the rest of the crypto-schmucks were still hodling, huddling and huffing the fumes of their respective tokens. But just. A little. Higher. If he stayed on the rocketship until $900, he could cash out w...
Most Nights
Most nights, Eleanor Robin manned the counter of Lazy Night Diner with a cigarette in one hand and a flask full of vodka and orange juice by her hip. Of course, it was strictly against protocol for any employee of the diner to be drinking on the job, but her own boss Clyde Wilkins was such a boozer that she could smell the whiskey on his breath the moment he’d hired her. He was rarely in - always with some excuse about his car, his home, or his wife, and he was never in during the night. Since Eleanor exclusively worked the night shift, she had free reign to do what she pleased. Most nights, ...