The Caregiver_Shallow minded approach_Worthless Earns His Keep_What's in a Name
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The Caregiver
Irving Fisher was agitated.“Who the hell are you?" he yelled. "And what the hell are you doing here?”He squinted his cataract-occluded eyes, the pupils darted between the television set against the far wall and the face of the woman towering over him as he lay in his mechanical bed, the top half of which was inclined slightly. The blue cotton blanket and pillows he had thrown to the ground in a fit of frustration or pique of rage at some adversary or enemy, real or imagined. His legs were exposed, hairless and marked with thin, twisting blue veins, bulging here and there from beneath the skin,...
Shallow minded approach
“See, we swallowed our pride as a nation to even sit down facing each other in the name of negotiation. I don’t know how many organized nations that will agree to stoop so low like we did just for peace to reign. We want an end to this conflicts and release of all the school girls and they held hostage since two years now. The demand of one billion naira and release of all your members withouwww.onedoor.cct conditions cannot work, one billion for what?", he querried. "From the look of things, we are not sure that they have peace in mind. These guys are terrorist and they must be made to understand that.We ...
Worthless Earns His Keep
Silas Lapham Cobb, Attorney-at-Law, sat behind his cluttered desk, leaning back in a wooden swivel chair, snoring softly. A large white cat with one ragged ear lay curled on his lap, its purrs nearly matching the snores. A ceiling fan turned languidly overhead, uselessly pushing hot August air from one side of the office to the other. The clock on the wall, ticking in eerie accord with the snores and purrs, showed nearly three o'clock. The wall calendar showed 1891、 When the minute hand reached 12, the clock chimed, cutting the silence like a dull knife. The cat raised its head then ...
What's in a Name
Nora Marks really wasn’t bothered what her foster children called her. There were things she was bothered about, and let them know in no uncertain terms, like bullying or leaving uneaten food under the bed (though being untidy herself, that didn’t over concern her) but they could call her more or less what they wanted. She was fine with being Nora, or Auntie Nora, and though she didn’t really like it, she quite understood why some of the children preferred to call her Mrs Marks. Once you started forcing informality on people, it rather defeated the object. She knew full well that behind her ba...