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Favorite Animals
“Hey, Daddy?”“Yeah, buddy?”“Are we almost at the cementry?”“Cemetery. We’ll be there soon, I hope. There’s just a lot of traffic.”“I don’t want to go there. I'm not ready.”“…”“Because it’s going to be too sad.”“I know, buddy. I don’t want to go either. But sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do and that make us sad.”“…”“…”"..."“Hey, Daddy?”“Yeah, buddy?”“Can you look at me for a second?”“Not right now. I’m trying to merge.”“What’s merge mean?”“I’m trying to get over.”“…”“You gonna’ let me in? No? Thanks a lot, guy.”“…”“…”“Hey, Daddy?”“...”“What’s your favorite animal?”“I don’t know...
Generations
The mallards quack and flap their wings excitedly before ping their heads down into the long green grass to search for the freshly spread birdseed. Esme smiles and looks over at her young granddaughter, Aubrey, who is watching the animals gobble up the treats. The small girl reaches into the brown paper bag in her grandmother's hand for another handful of seeds before turning, and, with a glowing smile upon her face, flings the seeds up into the air. They all watch as the seeds rain down onto the grass and then the ducks break into their frenzied dance once again. They make short work of the ...
Out of Order
‘How much money have you lost now?’ Alfred barked across the empty dinner table while they waited for supper to be served. If Mary had heard him probing into Tom’s affairs again, she would have kicked him under the table to stop the interrogation. ‘It’s coming back’ Tom muttered as he raised his glass of water for a nervous sip. ‘What’s mum cooking tonight? I can smell it alre-…’‘Don’t try to change the subject. This is serious. When I was your age, I had already purchased my first home. You haven’twww.onedoor.cc gambled any more of your money, have you?’ Alfred quizzed while raising one of his big bushy ey...
A Soldier
Daniel Maron took the toy from a mound of rubble outside Berlin. He did not know which poor child it had belonged to previously, and he did not much care. The Führer, long may he rot, had already taken his coward’s exit. The Allies had won and, as dictated by the old saying, the victors had a right to collect their spoils.Other men had chosen their souvenirs: this man a red armband, that man an iron cross, that one an officer's tongue. Daniel did not seek anything so morbid. He did not seek anything at all, and he might have returned home empty-handed had the toy not called his name. It stood ...