Cash Cow_The Lunch Menu_Never Be a Medium_The Proposal
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Cash Cow
TW - death.The front door swung open and Barbara cooed through it. Of course, I would help with the effing shopping. I wouldn’t mind at all if my lovely wife would ever buy own brand anything. But, in spite of prices creeping up, Barbara was still bringing home the Heinz, the Lurpak, the Kellogg’s. And way more than the two of us could ever eat in seven days. We were throwing out enough to feed the children we never had, on a weekly basis. But then, we, www.onedoor.ccor should I say she, could afford it.“Do you want the good news or the bad news, Darling?” She passed me a pack of kitchen roll, the expensive...
The Lunch Menu
The Lunch MenuIt was lunchtime and both men knew that looking at the menu would spoil the surprise. The place looked like Heaven. Some might say it was only a step or two away. But it wasn’t. It was just a veranda with windows. Not an old, pre-war breezeway, but a modern, well-lit sunroom. The large glass windows let in the light and the sun - yet protected from the cold and the heat. The quiet buzzing of the air-conditioning saw to that. In any case, today, the place was pleasantly warm from the winter sun which streamed in picking up the lazy dust particles and where the rays missed an obstr...
Never Be a Medium
Man, I used to love my job!Now, look at me. Would you believe me that I got big bucks just to lie? Of course you wouldn’t, you’re too trusting of other people. That’s your problem. You expect everyone to be honest with you. Well, guess what. That’s exactly how people like me take advantage of people like you. We rely on your naivete and willingness to see the good in people to our advantage. I’m only telling you this now because there’s no point for me to lie any longer. You see, like many people in these neck of the woods, all I wanted to do was to make money as easy as possible. So what do I...
The Proposal
Please, don’t do it. Jenny thought as George bent down on one knee. She looked away. She couldn’t bear to experience the embarrassment of what was about to happen. How could it be happening? There were literally no signs leading up to this. Jenny thought to herself, okay, let’s see. I woke up, everything seemed fine. I slept fine. Except for the slight crick in my neck. No biggie. Okay…got dressed…wait. No, I didn’t get dressed first, I went to the bathroom, then contemplated taking a shower or not. I still had one more good day of hair which meant no need to wash it and I hardly broke a swea...