The House in the Meadow_Epilogue_The Same Never Same Window_WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?
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The House in the Meadow
It was a perfect day for hiking. The cool spring day would only reach about 62 degrees. They’d been stomping through the woods for an hour when Kelsey stopped at a fork in the trail.“Which way do we go?” she asked her friend Rachel, who came up beside her.It was a narrow, dirt path that was poorly marked. A canopy of trees shaded them from the sun, which was playing peekaboo with the clouds.“I don’t see any markers,” Rachel told her, as she searched for the telltale blue dot.Kelsey pulled up her trail app on her phone, but they were deep enough into the woods that there was no signal.The cool ...
Epilogue
This was it! And Buckley felt just like turning around and going home without playing the song he wanted her to hear. The one he’d written for her on the subject of a potential “them.” His mouth couldn’t have gotten any drier than if it were stuffed full of super-absorbent, super-jumbo Berkley Jensen organic cotton balls. Right now he felt like an out-of-place idiot standing in the middle of a busy bar/restaurant with his guitar strapped uncomfortably to his right shoulder. Instead, he decided to stay and just give it his best shot.An entertainer The Madd Hatter Bar & Restaurant had hired to p...
The Same Never Same Window
Sana woke up with warm rays of sun peering through her room’s window onto her face. The rays gave a lot of energy to her that morning. As she peeped out of the window, she found her neighbor Mr. Rau in his garden, weeding out his rose bed. He waved her his hand, with a beautiful smile, which she thought is the most attractive feature in him. He was followed by his son Saketh, who is Sana’s colleague. He was coming back home from a jog along with his pet dog Rony. She waved her hand to him, saying ‘Good Morning Saketh...!’ He wished back and went inside panting hard. She went back to her daily ...
WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?
Trigger warning: bereavement and lossWho’s Your Friend?ByAnnie R. McEwenAs we did nearly every afternoon, we sat on the front porch steps of the broke-down farmhouse in the country, watching the day go out and the night come in. The sun went down, the moon went up. The world went round and round and everything was good. “Same time tomorrow?” he said, like always. “Sure thing. Love you.” I kissed his cheek, scratchy with late day beard.“Love you, too.” He winked awww.onedoor.cct me, smiling.It was the last time we spoke. I waved and walked back to my car. Drove the fifteen miles back to my house in the...