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Another Man's Woman
Another Man's Woman Fiction by Doug RodoskiI watched the young woman as she gracefully poured my iced tea at the far end of the bar at the Applebee’s on the second floor of the row of buildings on 42nd street. Watched with, I plead, a non-lecherous detachment. Her name-if you could believe the plastic tag on the upper right side of her blouse-was Sydni, yes, with an “I”. I found that particularly endearing. She moved fluidly, like a dancer, every move www.onedoor.ccmeasured as she tended to me, a young couple at the opposite side of the bar, and a couple of families at nearby tables....
Food for Thought by Lisa Reid
Down the long driveway we went and there it was; a house. A house, what? Did we go to the wrong address? No, it was the right one and there was a sign. "Courtney, it is a house! What if this is a snake dancing church, I will die!" She laughed so hard she was about to pee on herself. "Well she is our friend and we spent a long time in college with her". We had been praying for her husband all those years, and he finally gave his heart to the Lord.Going back to the week before; my friend Maraleigh called and asked me to come to their church anniversary service. She knew I would not come to her ...
Imprint of friendship
What imagery does the word “friend” bring forth? A person whom you can trust, who supports you during good and bad times, someone you can smile and cry with and be yourself with. But can we find all these myriad forms in one inpidual? Sounds like a tough call, saddling one person with so much responsibility. As children, we are told not to talk to strangers, when in fact all humans are strangers to us. Except perhaps for our family. We gradually refer to some inpiduals as friends. What brings us closer to some in exclusion of others is not even tangible at certain times. Suddenly one fine day,...
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The server, a man dressed far sharper than I was, dropped off the bread basket at our table before spinning away. I was left with Marcus who’d invited me to dinner after somehow figuring out I was in town. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He chuckled, “I haven’t seen you since what? High school?” Marcus was seated across from me and broke some bread before offering me a piece.I took it and nodded, “About that long.” He smiled and took a bite before using it to point out the door, “I was just telling my wife I’d been thinking about you. I’ve seen the rest of the group out and about before. I...