The Mother Goose Murders_Looking back on my adoption_Another Sunday Dinner_Cappuccinos and murders
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The Mother Goose Murders
TW: murder, injury.The coffee was going cold in his hands but the conversation around him was starting to warm. Mr Williams shook the wide, white, frill of his cuff as it escaped the edge of his black legal robes. He lifted a brown cup to his lips, drained the final, lukewarm dregs and looked up.Mr George was pushing his way through the coffee house door, removing his hat to reveal his neatly tied-back hair. The bright yellow thread detail, contrasted against the dark green of his tail coat and caught the candle light. He must have left his robes and wig in the officeswww.onedoor.cc. The fashion for wearing...
Looking back on my adoption
Grandma Jane opened up her old dusty brown picture book. Wow, I exclaimed, mesmerized by the black and white photos in front of me. Grandma Jane, I said, who is that woman? Oh, that is my real mom, she said. Your real mom? Yes, my real mom. So Great-Grandma Gene is not your real mom? No honey, she said, She is not. I thought you knew that? She said with a grin on her face. No, I quickly said as I pushed for more information. Well, let us go sit down over here, and I will explain. I followed Grandma to the couch. She pulled out another brown photo book. Now she said back in June of 1930 My real...
Another Sunday Dinner
Sasha hated this time of the month, she dreaded it. The third Sunday of the month was the mandatory family dinner. Those who did not attend the dinner did not get their monthly allowance from the inheritance. For Sasha though it was no big deal because she had a good paying job and wasn’t just a freeloader like the others. She mostly went to these things to keep face and catch up on the drama. She did truly dread it though because she was still the single one and everyone gave her a hard time about it. It did not matter to the family that she was a successful business woman; all they seemed to...
Cappuccinos and murders
“There you go buddy, all well” I bandage up the golden retriever and gently pet him. A man roughly in his 20s had come and dropped off Clifford, this beautiful golden retriever about an hour ago, but Daniel, the vet, also one of my friends, who was supposed to look at the dog was busy with an emergency gave me the job to do so. The dog hadn’t been injured too badly, so I was able to treat his wounds. I just came here occasionally, but had grown very attached to this clinic, and thus took care of every animal with a lot of love. I gently picked up Clifford, who was quite big, looked around 5 ye...