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If What You Say Is True
I am lucky I have any friends.Well, a few anyway.I am lucky I have a lovely wife and great adult children. My role model as a child was a father who never said please, or thank you. Who would come home from work in a foul mood and think nothing of filling every room with bright, flashing caution lights: Do Not Touch. Do Not Say The Wrong Thing.Please let me be different, keep my dark moods to myself and not spread them like dust in the wind. How dare you believe you had the right to impose your fury on us.It was an ongoing lesson in mind reading and hyper-vigilance, in anticipation and avoid...
Chartreuse
“You should definitely wear the red dress. Sexy.” “Sexy?” I mumble, confused. My best friend holds the dress up. “Red is notoriously romantic,” Cassidy explains. “Perfect for a date.” “Right,” I just nod and take www.onedoor.ccthe dress from her. Cassidy and I have been friends for twenty-something years, and no one probably knows me better. Which always makes what’s about to happen absolutely hilarious to me. It takes three seconds for her doe eyes to widen, two more seconds for her hand to fly to her mouth, and a fifth of a second for the horrified expression to take over her face. “Shit,” she starts to...
Thank You
`She combed her fingers through her wild curls, tugging them straight and letting them bounce back into the wild jungle that was the hair on her head. She stared at the opposite wall, spinning slightly in her computer chair. She’d requested this room in the apartment because it already had the chalkboard wall installed. It had been a last attempt to feed her muse and rescue the creativity inside of her that had been waning for a while now. Instead, the wall was lined with tally marks. Her running count was 2,983、 It’s possible she’d counted incorrectly, but it was incredibly unlikely.Two ...
The Climb
The world in front of me is white and sparkly. I need to squint my eyes as it’s almost too bright. It’s so different from the slushy, muddy and icy streets we just left behind. The ice rink is in the centre of the War Memorial Park, just next to the statue of the galloping horse. I love the sound of the fresh snow crunching under our feet but the closer we get the less I can hear our steps and more the music coming from the rink. It’s busy here. Looks like the whole department brought their loved ones to enjoy the day out. Everywhere I look, people are chatting, waving, and calling others, som...