The Partygoers_The getaway_Southern Son_When I don’t like someone
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The Partygoers
The empty Pinot and Cabernet bottles clanked discordantly against the Formica countertop. He’d set them down harder than intended. She looked up from the pile of dirty dishes, startled. Professor Nick Garrett smiled at her sheepishly.“Must have been a good party,” he said to the younger woman standing at the sink next to the pile of chipped porcelain plates and soup bowls and wine glasses with lipstick stains around the edges. He took an unsteady step backwards and braced himself against the wall opposite the sink. “You don’t need to do that, really. You’re the guest of honor.”“Don’t be silly....
The getaway
[Follows " Microcosm", "Hebrews 13: 1-2 ", " The son never shines on closed doors" and "July 4th"]Ernie watches the stranger walk away and glowww.onedoor.ccats over Lou's bewildered look. He smirks and takes a sip out of a bottle still wrapped in a brown bag. « That'll learn him". He feels a slight burning in his throat as the syrupy beverage makes its way slowly down. On reaching its stomach, a soft warmth, right in the pit, reminds him he has not eaten yet and still does not feel like it. He guffaws loudly as he shuffles his gaunt frame across the room and flops down into a sagging armchair. Saliva is dr...
Southern Son
Southern Son by Cynthia BookerThe Southern son shielded his eyes and gazed up toward the blistering Southern sun. Ben hoped that if he followed its slow, relentless arc across the sky, he would find his way out of this God-forsaken marsh. He was confused by recent events that put him in this predicament, but the will to survive drove him to action.Wielding a long, sturdy stick, he followed an animal path, steadily sweeping the ground ahead for snakes soaking up the sun, or other critters hidden in the tall grasses. He figured all sorts of dangerous animals used this trail and, with renewed bel...
When I don’t like someone
“When I don’t like someone, I don’t like to see them ever again in my life. That’s how I am. That’s how I would ever be. That’s how everyone should be. How can people smile at each other knowing that they hate each other? I am not used to this culture.”“Why do you have to be so stubborn? We are all human beings. Everyone makes mistakes. You make mistakes. I make mistakes. What’s the point in being in denial about it?”***I must be seven or eight years old then. I still remember this conversation with dad.“Dad, whom do you like the most in this world?”“Anbu uncle,” he said.Anbu uncle is not his ...