Leah's Last and First Supper_The Poison Tree_The Forbidder_Mole Meet Hammer
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Leah's Last and First Supper
The Master would be coming soon, coming for Leah. I had known the time was approaching; her spirit lit the darkness like a new sun.A light patter drummed on the roof, trying its best to persuade the world to slow down. The message was broken by the spray of road water from passing cars: cars piloted by those deaf to nature’s plea. The coffee pot clicked on in the kitchen, and as the aroma wafted into the bedroom, Leah stirred. One milky blue eye squinted open. “Francis, where you at? Here kitty, kitty. Come and see Mama.”A geriatric feline plodded into the room, bringing with it the smell o...
The Poison Tree
Trees are wondrous things, from their strong trunks to their delicate leaves. They feed from the sun and feel its warm rays far longer than we humans do, pausing under their broad branches, perhaps to shelter from the rain; perhaps to listen to the rustling of the leaves, another language, just as expressive as our own. Sometimes we try to capture what the tree means to us in words; such things awww.onedoor.ccs from little acorns, great oaks grow, perhaps your dad has told you that; or let your roots grow deep so your leaves can dance in the sun is a favourite of your mum’s. Enchanting words, plucked from t...
The Forbidder
Twenty-four hours, on the dot, after he’d last seen his daughter, he entered the office of Detective Aaron Grant. He fell rather than lowered himself into one of the burgundy burlap-upholstered chairs before the bulky cherry desk. His stomach knotted, and he dug his nails into the arms of his chair; the only way he could think of to keep himself from bolting. * * *Similar desk and chairs. Different time. Different city. Different detective: a man whose name he didn’t remember, with whom he and Noemie exchanged perfunctory introductions he’d forgotten. On the other ha...
Mole Meet Hammer
The ice cream truck was working later than normal this year. The thermometer read 80 degrees, an unusual temperature for November in the Midwest. It was great weather for Gerry. It meant he could play outside and ride his bike far past Halloween. It was now November 21, about a month before Gerry’s favorite holiday. Christmas meant more this year to Gerry because he was in a new foster home and he finally had a family he could be with. “Mom” what a great feeling that was, to have someone he could call that. “Can I have money for the ice cream man?” He yelled “Be sure to get your sister somet...