Nancy McCarthy_The Pooch in the Baby Carriage_The Plan_Heads or Tails?
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Nancy McCarthy
The poo rolled under the clawfoot bath. Three-year-old Nancy McCarthy gasped. Ooooh, mummy will be mad, she thought. She hadn’t been able to open the lavatory door. It was stuck shut. What could she do? The poo had just come. She couldn’t stop it and now, in the bathroom trying to get her knickers off, the poo had rolled away.Nancy knew not to wake her mother when she was resting. But waken, she did, and it wasn’t long before she was calling her name. “Nancy, Nancy, where are you?” Nancy was frozen with apprehension. She’d thought that taking her knickers off would be a good idea. She couldn...
The Pooch in the Baby Carriage
A site to behold! Quickly coming towards me a few weeks ago was a little white-haired lady, maybe 5 feet 2, looking to be out getting her morning exercise. In front of her she guided a shiny silver and black baby carriage where a little, also white haired, pooch lay comfortably. As they passed, a curt good morning was breathed out by the carriage pusher. With them now off in the distance I wondered about the scene I had just witnessed. No brain surgeon was needed to figure out how this pair fit together. The pooch and the darting little lady were about the same age; That is to say, measured i...
The Plan
It was the start of the day you were dreading for months. You opened your eyes and saw the ray of sunlight shining through the window. You can also hear the birds singing their songs outside. What a cheerful day for a funeral.They insisted that you dress up today. You couldn't care less; you just went through the motions and slipped the mournful dress over your shoulders. You told yourself not to worry while staring on your reflection in the floor-length mirror, you have a plan. You heard the door open and close and the sound of heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. You lowered your gaze a...
Heads or Tails?
“Alright it's decided. Heads, we stay in for the night or tails, we go out! That sound fair to you?” “Yeah, I guess.” Stella nodded reluctantly as she watched her friend, Lacey, twirl a quarter between her fingers. She really hoped it landed on heads. Staying home and watching Harry Potter movies while eating bowls of popcorn sounded like the perfect way to spend a Friday night, but Lacey didn’t agree. Lacey, one of her oldest friends, was much more extroverted. She loved going out, meeting new people, www.onedoor.ccand visiting new places. In her mind, staying at home was a waste of the celebratory night t...