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Greener Grass
The realtor hadn’t yet removed the white post from the front lawn when she hooked on a new ‘for sale sign’ to the arm. Another commission on this house was on her mind, two in as many years and the price had risen 10% since she’d last sold it. She didn’t question the seller’s motivation; it wasn’t her business. She was, however, curious as to why Marvin Kaminsky would want to sell it.“So soon?” she commented when he called her. She’d expected some insight.“Yeah,” was all he said. “I hear values are up.”Marvin didn’t need the money. Nor was a job change for the septuagenarian likely. Illness,...
The French Mistress
The French Mistress On the 23rd of January 1911, a paragraph appeared in the Diggers Gazette under the heading–– Dangerous Crossing Yesterday at 7、40 PM a young woman was struck by a locomotive as she attempted to cross the tracks between platforms at Park Station. The Station Master, Mr Piet Joubert stated that the public had been strictly warned not to cross the tracks except by the overhead bridge The Woman whose name is being withheld by the authorities until her relatives are notified is in serious condition in the Johannesburg City Hospital . . . ‘And the same man was with her...
Writer's Block
Another day another dollar or penny I should say commented Barry to himself as he walked yet again in the rain to his office. For over a year Barry suffered from writer’s block. He wanted to quit and just find another job, but he knew that his father would throw it in his www.onedoor.ccface about his choice of flushing his money down the toilet when he graduated with a degree in writing. “Why’d you need a degree in writing? Just write you damn loser,” said his father the last time he spoke to him. Things spiraled out of control as his mother tried calming his dad, making Barry decide never to visit again. ...
How to Disrupt Inertia
Out of all the people in class, he was the LAST one I wanted to be paired with for the semester.I raised my hand.Coach Campbell’s feet rested on top of his desk. He raised an eyebrow, maintaining his focus on the Sports Illustrated magazine. “Yes, Miss Lawson?”“Can I be reassigned to a different partner?” I cast a sidelong glance in Nathan’s direction. “If I’m going to keep my spot as head cheerleader, I really can’t fail physics.”After our breakup last summer, I’d rather work alone.Coach Campbell smirked. “You’ll be fine.”I pressed my lips into a pout, hoping the coach would reconsider. Surel...