THIRD DAY's CAKE._Small Comforts_THE THIEF OF WINGS_THE ELUSIVE HINGES
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THIRD DAY's CAKE.
Till late night ,, enjoying party with my friends.One of the friend ,mischiviwww.onedoor.ccously,mixed marijuana in soft drinks,made us all antoxicated….and don’t know how I came home.Same night dreamt ,my father carrying a suit case and conversed.”Son,done the best part in life,now the rest is up to you." where is he going,?Remembered, it was July 1993、. Call to my father,no response.”Later informed by old buddy, Father handed over the place of Rawal pindi to its legal heirs.,Now understood,he freed himself from this obligation. "you look too worried since you woke up."My friend asked. “Jimmy ,you know I’m...
Small Comforts
I was the kind of child who spent a lot of time in their head. Books were shrines wherein I could bear my suspicions about the world and then take something like knowledge for myself. They were always there, and always willing to take in a quiet, lonely kid. The local library was a well-trod landmark throughout my young life, from the time I could read. Beginning around age twelve, I’d go there for a few hours until my mother would pick me up after her workday ended. During this time, middle school, I’d suspected that the after-school book club one of the librarians had debuted was for me, not...
THE THIEF OF WINGS
Terror. From the inside. My entire being held captive by an invisible enemy. Unseeable fingers clenching my throat, making it difficult to breathe. Heart pounding, dizzy, cold sweat, chest tight. I contemplated boarding the plane at Chicago O’Hare. The plane that would take myself and my daughter to a place I’d dreamed of since I was a small child: England. But I knew I couldn’t do it. I also knew by now, age 52, the difference between a heart attack and a panic attack, but my brain somehow did not and it kept telling me “You’re going to die. You need to lay down. Your blood pressure is danger...
THE ELUSIVE HINGES
The SoCo Brewery and Taphouse could be found in the small downtown on South Concho Avenue.During its five-year run, Mike stopped there to wet his whistle with a few pints twice each week. In the course of doing so, he met and thus acquired, many good friends.Mike learned of the small craft beer tavern by happenstance. It was previously an artistic women’s boutique. One day while driving by he spotted an old, decorated door on display just outside the front door of the boutique. Mike pulled his car over to inspect the hinges. The rare old door hinges were exactly what he had been looking for o...