Remote Control_Ghosties...._A Truncated Tryst_The Cat, the Girl and the Puma
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Remote Control
Remote Control “Hi, Mom.” Eleven-year-old Kevin Schuster flashed a lopsided grin at his mother and then bent back over the model car in his hand. He could feel her eyes on him while he spread glue on thewww.onedoor.cc edge of the miniature grille. She stayed quiet until he levered the piece into place with a pair of tweezers, but he knew she was waiting. She asked him the same question every night. “You get your homework done?” “It’s Saturday. I did it last night.” “All of it, Kevin?” “Yeah, all of it. Honest, Mom.” “Okay. Just so I don’t get any more notes from your teacher.” She knelt next to him, her fri...
Ghosties....
"Just shut up and write!" These words were resounding in Emily Hardiman's brain. By day, she was a petite 23 year old tutor, wearing bad skirts. That went with her profession, all she could afford. On Sundays, she was the mild mannered 'good girl', she taught the children at Sunday School. Yes, Emily was such a good girl. She was a trustworthy friend, placid, with a trim figure and honey-blonde hair that brushed her shoulders. Her hidden secret burning desire was to be a Gospel singer. But how? Sipping her coffee, she avoided the crispy fried ant floating on the surface. A tiny miracle, no lo...
A Truncated Tryst
‘You should answer that phone.’ ‘It’s Jack and I don’t want to. I want everything to stay as it is. You. This place. Now.’ ‘But what if it’s important?’ ‘Nothing’s that important. There’s very few times in my life I’ve felt this alive. I just want to lay here until it gets dark and we use up the day. I want us to stay welded together like this. I can’t bear to change anything. See: the sun is moving down on the wall. It will be time enough for me to go.’ ‘But what if he’s on his way over?’ ‘He’s not. And if he was, he wouldn’t call first if he suspected, would he?’ ‘Does he suspect?’ ‘I don’t ...
The Cat, the Girl and the Puma
The Cat, the Girl, and the PumaButterscotch Beaumont was an elegant cat, Not one who dressed up nor wore a hat.Yet he was grand in his own sort of way, He knew his own mind at the end of the day.Butterscotch Beaumont lived in the house on the hill, With velvet curtains and a crystal vase on the sill.For Butterscotch Beaumont, going out in the rain and leaving his warm home was considered a pain.He was well looked after, with the freedom to roam, but Butterscotch Beaumont preferred to stay home.His days were uneventful, as were his nights. Curled up in a ball while kids flew their kitesThe ch...