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Coffee for Leroy
The Hillside Roasters Coffee House was bursting with fall festivity, despite the fact that September in Los Angeles is more like a dirty version of July. Hazy, sepia-brown and relentlessly hot. Outside, drooping trees provided spots of shade for old women wheeling overstuffed shopping baskets and street vendors pushing their ringing carts. Inside, orange and gold leaves fluttered in chalk down one side of the menu board. A long line snaked past packed bookshelves, newly adorned with tiny pumpkins and colorful Dia de los Muertos skulls sporting succulent hair. Five yellow-aproned baristas worke...
PORTAL
The group of people walking grew steadily in size as the sky to the east began to turn from black to purple to dark blue. They soon gathered in a large field, almost two hundred of them. The women in the black hooded cloaks walked up a short rise in front of the people as another woman, this one in a purple cloak, appeared before them from the crowd below. “Are you all happy?” the woman in purple asked them. The crowd murmured to the affirmative. Nods and smiles were everywhere. “Were your family and friends happy to see you? Another murmur said yes. ...
A fresh brew of coffee
For as long as Sheila could remember, there has always been just a coffee shop in her little town. It was lone, isolated like it was in a world of its own. Other shops had developed over the years, most had modern interiors, decorations and Wi-Fi but the only thing that ever changed at the shop from her memory was when Mrs Huffleberry changed the windows after some boys broke it by accident. Mrs Huffleberry owned the shop. She once told Sheila it was www.onedoor.ccan heirloom passed down in the Huffleberry generations. As small as it was in the middle of the town, the coffee shop had an immense significance...
His Same Spot
His Same SpotEllie Morganson had attended her father’s funeral three weeks before so she was rather surprised (putting it mildly) to find him sitting in his spot on the couch, reading his car magazine, like he always had.Silence. So much silence. Then she screamed. Loudly.“What’s wrong! What’s wrong!” Her mother hurried in, alerted by Ellie’s shouting.Ellie screamed some more and she began to sob loudly. “D-D-D-Dad! Dad!” she pointed, hand shaking. “It’s Dad!!” her mother came further into the living room (which, at this present moment, seems to be rather ironically named) and stood next to th...