In My Pocket_Collecting Dust_The Regulator_Sweet and Sour
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In My Pocket
IN MY POCKET“Honey? What are you doing?” she asked her husband.“Oh, just putting back some of the knickknacks we took down when we painted the room. It looks so bare in here.”“Now you be careful. You aren’t a young man, you know.”“You keep reminding me of that. How could I ever forget?” he chuckled. “Look, we’ve lived a lot longer than most everyone we know. Let’s keep it thatwww.onedoor.cc way, shall we?”“Yes, dear. Anything you say.”She shook her head, laughing, as she left the room.He looked at the boxes on the floor and the table. So many things collected from so many years. Souvenirs from yearly vacati...
Collecting Dust
He smiles at me from across the room. The light breaking through the blinds in the living room highlight the wrinkles on his face. I wonder what he’s thinking? What’s passing through his mind? Is he thinking about when the last time he went outside was, or when he’ll see his grandkids again? I stop staring and move to throw out the trash. His cheerful gaze never breaks even as the sliding door opens and the street behind us fills the room with morning traffic emulating the sounds of ocean waves during a storm. Outside, the air is chilly. Smells like mid march. It is rare to go outside and to ...
The Regulator
Wheezing fitfully, he struggled to claim just one good breath from the oxygen and other tubes curling and entwining themselves about his wheelchair like the kudzu that slowly devoured the family’s land. Travis stared at the old weathered barn, its boards grayish-black and half rotted with time, carefully listening as his father labored over his words. “You know how we take care of such things. We tried talkin’ to him. Didn’t do no good.” He drew a slow rattle of a breath and continued, “In the barn, near the door, behind the old barrel…my shotgun.” He looked at his son with a tinge of regre...
Sweet and Sour
Once, there was these two rival bakeries. One was ran by a woman, and the other by a man. They were middle-aged people with great taste in treats. The woman's name was Betsy Miracle and the man's name was Greg Harmony. They both lived in Fairbanks, Alaska. Their bakeries were just three blocks away from each other. One day, all the bakeries in Fairbanks got an invitation to an annual holiday festival. They both thought they would bake treats for the festival, since Christmas day was only four days away. The invitation stated that the annual holiday festival will be held tomorrow afternoon at 3...