Roundabout Repairs_Thomas Wolfe Was Right_The Marples vs the Ozbotz_With Sugar, Please
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Roundabout Repairs
Barry, the big chestnut with the white blaze, stared back at Pete with a look of defiance. Pete, intimidated by neither the horse’s glare nor the sheer size of his subject, crowded closer to the rippling shoulder muscles and knelt down. He ran his hand down the smooth red leg until he was touching the gleaming hoof. There it was! He could see a stray bit of rusty metal sticking out at the bottom. He grasped it with his pliers and yanked.The metal shard came out much easier than expected; Pete smashed his head so hard against Barry’s underside that his lights dimmed a moment. It was a relief th...
Thomas Wolfe Was Right
Thomas Wolfe was RightMitch pulled the small stack of envelopes from his mail box. He glanced at the junk mail while he thumbed through final notice on offers he could not possibly refuse and stopped on a cursive, hand written envelope that resembled calligraphy. It was from Lauren, the petite beauty with the pixie haircut. She had been the love of his life for the past 40 years, although he had not seen or heard from her in 25、 Mitch could not contain his excitement as he walked back into the house. He laid the insignificant mail on his office desk among bills and a to-do list which he chose ...
The Marples vs the Ozbotz
Top Five Things I Didn't Plan on Today Seeing a tiny car drive through a hallway. Tripping over a crystal ball. Being hit with tarot cards Stepping on a rubber shoe. Getting hit in the face with a cream pie. Now I know what you’re thinking. How did I get myself in this situation in the first place? Well, I didn’t do it on purpose. Allow me to explain. I am friends with two fortune tellers, Janice and Patricia Marple, but people called them the Marple Sisters. Every Thursday they would walk into my mom’s floral shop and invite me for tea the following Saturday. At first, I avoided them as mu...
With Sugar, Please
Silica dust swarms my head as the day’s sweat invades my vision. Breathing through a bandana, I glare at the men spraying flint stone from a hose at all angles except on the roadway. Construction inspection was not my game plan five years ago, but if you want to have anything in your name, you go where the money is. “Hey girlie, you’re in twww.onedoor.cche way!” They know my name. We’ve been working on this same project together for over a year, but I’m still girlie. I move to the shoulder, no doubt in my mind that I am in fact in the way. Spatial awareness has never been a strong suit of mine and probably...