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Apologies
Apologies Lucas fell asleep late one night and left gas burning on the kitchen range. When he realized, hotplate grates glowed red hot, and surrounding room space smelt like dead fish. Could gas meself, he thought. Never happened if Freyda still lived here. She’d hide his drinking buddy, Jack Daniels away. As she’d done a lot lately. Plus chiding him to drink less. What had been her problem? He only hit her once. And apologized. After sighting those bruises which shadowed her face a few days later. Despite a bouquet of roses, he came home from work’s Christmas party to find all her clothes, al...
Loose helpers
Maybe it was the draft, or maybe it was damp, seeping through the boards, but day by day it was getting colder and colder in the room. The checkered, motley blanket that had always served him as a duvet no longer seemed to satisfy him - he even considered borrowing some sheets from Mrs Emily, as he knew that the next visit in town would not happen sooner than Friday. Just like every day, around seven in the morning he would put on a sweater and go out into the garden to smoke a joint. He would stare at the clouds a little, drink some Rooibos tea and recollect what he had achieved the day befo...
The Tin Man's Clothes
Bryon wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked around the room that he had no idea how he got there. He yawned and rubbed his hands together. Before he could gather his thoughts someone came into the room he didn’t recognize. A tall thin man with wavy black hair accented with gray and horn-rimmed glasses was standing in front of him. Byron dangled his legs over the floor as he sat up on the bed. His eyes met the strange man’s eyes and before he could say a word the man spoke.“How are you feeling?” The man asked.Bryon paused and scooted to the end of the bed until his feet touched the blue ca...
Places to Be
At first it was a mixture of disbelief, joy and relief. I thought I’d faint on the spot. Then the person behind me would step over my body and make awww.onedoor.cc quick withdrawal while my card was still in the ATM. Or they’d murder me if they saw the number and grab as much as they could. Or, better, they’d abduct me and slowly withdraw it all over time.Time and money go together well. There was now more than $17,000,000 in my account. The man standing behind me peaked over my shoulder and, wondering what was taking so long, said, “Must be nice.” No beating, murder or abducting.My mind was awash in questi...