A Day in Dusk_Fatima_Face Plant_Right On Time
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A Day in Dusk
Ann nearly missed her turn. The tires squealed as she stomped the brake. Quickly, she looked around to see if anyone noticed. At 37 she was far too old to be getting a ticket. She could very well lose her license. Last year they lowered the driving age again and now the cutoff is 42、 It looked like the new early time-in had finally paid off, though. It was so early no one was there to see her come to that embarrassing, screeching halt. It was only a week ago or so when they changed Ann’s shift but she kept forgetting to set an earlier alarm for herself. Shutting the car door she looked up at ...
Fatima
Two people, Brian Miller and Maud Berdeck responded to the Craiglist solicitation that I authored while sitting on the toilet at the store. My name is Tilden, and I’m a Dry Cleaner. I hated telling people that because, inevitably, they would ask how I got into the business and if I didn’t feel like lying, I’d have to tell them the truth; It’s the family business and I was spoon-fed the job just like everything else in my untroubled life. The Craiglist post offered the reader a chance to leave their old lives behind. I wrote, I can help you become a different you. A better you. A you that, if y...
Face Plant
He could still inspect the poignancy of his feelings about her through a mist—the shape, the idea discernible but the color and feeling obscured. Were those months they had together the last time he felt anything deeply? He would love to shrug it off as the passion of youth, but he was 24 years old at the time, not so young. Perhaps it was true love, as foolish and trite as that sounds. But he couldn’t think about it or he wouldn’t have the courage to see her again. He pulled his car onto the cracked driveway of a cape cod house. The gray shingles had faded to a dingy white near the roof and a...
Right On Time
Would knowing when you’re going to die be a blessing or a curse? I’m not talking about getting the news you have only a few weeks, or months, to live. Time to get your affairs in order, say your goodbyes, maybe settle an old score. I’m talking about just going about your everyday life. Just a regular day that would not be recalled in your declining years. Then death looms ahead, in the middle of your path. You have only a few seconds left to live. You will only breathe one, or two more times, possibly squeeze in a third, because now is the day, hour, and minute you die.What if you have enough...