Walter's Sad Ending, Or Was It?_Girl in Shadow_The ever-absent God_Because I Said So
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Walter's Sad Ending, Or Was It?
Walter's Sad Ending, Or Was It? How long Walter lay awake that night he couldn’t guess. Another night of pure torture with a kaleidoscope of threatening images racing nonstop through his mind. The most terrifying was his porced wife Polly scratching his face with surprising strength and then that deafening cloud burst of her rantings in his ears. Walter winced, his head slowly clearing from the previous evening's liquor. He searched for the details of those paswww.onedoor.cct hours without success. Who had he had been with? What had he done in his usual unsteady manner among the equally unsteady crowd? W...
Girl in Shadow
Anna Bailey looked up at the towering office building briefly before entering. The afternoon sunlight glinted off of windows that didn’t open, warming the indifferent glass-and-steel exterior just enough to make anyone passing by feel uncomfortably warm. Anna wasn’t passing by, but she still felt uncomfortable, and it wasn’t because of the heat. The elevator ride to the seventeenth floor was a trial; it would invariably stop innumerable times to let people on and off. Today, though, the elevator didn’t stop until it got to the floor of her choice. Christmas Eve in western L.A. Commerce gave wa...
The ever-absent God
“It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.”Richard was the eldest of three brothers. He was born in the 1950s, in a time where both of his parents believed they could build a happy home together –even his mother, who wouldn’t take long to give up. Richard’s father was a fervent Catholic. He was tall, strong, with a thick black beard, and above all, instructed. He had read all kinds of books and he was an expert in education. He proudly displayed all of his academic degrees in his home office, a place wh...
Because I Said So
Eliza entered the living room. A place she normally avoided. But this was important. “Mom, may I go to the dance Friday evening. I did everything you wanted done. The oven is clean. So is the refrigerator. And the bathrooms. I scrubbed all the floors, vacuumed, dusted and all the other things on the list.” Eliza waited for her mother to answer. She needed to keep her end of the bargain.“No.” The one word, without her ever looking up at Eliza, felt like a asteroid had blasted into her. “You promised if I did everything I could go.”“I said no.”“Why?”Her mother raised her head, eyes like lasers d...