The Stoning_The closing order: doing Grandma Proud_Taking the first step_That Afternoon
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The Stoning
“Are you there, God? It’s me. You know I’m a lonely woman, so please forgive me for what I am about to do.” Joanna glanced back the door, showing her an escape from this temptation, but she knew what lied beyond it was hell on Earth. Her agonizing journey began nearly a year ago when her father arranged for her to marry Joel. Had her father known the true nature of the man who was to become his son in-law, he surely would have cursed him, instead of giving him his blessing. Nearly every night since their marriage, Joel would go into town to drink and fornicate. Then he would come home drunk a...
The closing order: doing Grandma Proud
DOING GRANDMA PROUD (And the mother from hell)Tanya had a rough day at the care home. She had just said goodbye to a resident and was set to go home. Although, as she knew, things never ran smoothly and there was always something else to take care of. While walking the corridors saying goodbye to everyone, she spotted a young man, who she had not seen since last year. She decided to go over to him to find out what he wanted. He looked at Tanya “sorry to bother you but I came here to say goodbye to my grandma,” hwww.onedoor.cce said, she was sure she knew who he was talking about. She sighed looking at him s...
Taking the first step
“So, what do you want to be when you grow up? The hairdresser had asked several questions, and tired of getting various grunts as all answer, had decided to switch to another topic.The boy moved nervously in the chair and eyed wearily at his mother. Sitting in a nearby chair, she was the perfect picture of indifference, not even glancing in his direction. But he knew better than to be fooled by appearances. She was listening.Luckily, the boy knew the answer to this one: “I’m gonna be a lawyer.” He felt proud, normally, he stumbled on his tongue or even worse, say some utterly unacceptable prof...
That Afternoon
“Don’t touch that.” “Why not?” “You don’t know what you are doing, and I’m not going to be here to fix it after you fuck it all up.” Andrea eyed her older sister with a glance somewhere between contempt and sly amusement, but nevertheless put the slightly cracked, ashen skull head back down on the top shelf of her sister’s armoire. “Mama says you’ve gone crazy.” “Mama wouldn’t know crazy if it hit her with a red arrow in between the eyeballs.” Emily was not one for subtleties, and among a face of cracked paleness and brightly red cheeks, she looked like an angry Raggedy Ann doll ready to lay ...