I'm Sorry_The Longing Wayside of a Road_Mallory's First Friend_Dinner Under the Tree of Forg
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I'm Sorry
“Hello, are you Alice. I have two reservations for this week. It is under the name of Abby, which is me.” “Hello, I am Alice. You are here with your friend Bella, right? I have your rooms ready for you.” “Thank you. Where is the room?” I asked. “Your room number is 7 and Bella’s room is room 8、 George will help you take your bags to your room. I will let you rest for a while. We have cupcakes and cookies in the kitchen, you take some later.” “Thank you, Alice”, I thank her and then leave. I reach my room and put my bag on the floor where George has put the rest of my luggage. After Bella put...
The Longing Wayside of a Road
The road stretched on for what those from out of town would say was miles. Folks from town however knew that it was only one mile from Charlie Reade’s home to the barbershop on the outskirts of town. It was a long, quiet, yet peaceable road. To Mr. Charlie Reade it was also a friendly road. As the spring sun crept up above the maples that skirted the road, a rabbit crossed at a tortoise’s pace. Mr. Reade watched the rabbit and wondered whether it was heading back to its hole, or out to some crisp grass for breakfast. He walked his usual determined pace which startled the rabbit, causing...
Mallory's First Friend
I… I never expected things to happen like this. Two knocks. Light taps, of gentle hands-on the fragile glass. I never wanted this, but if I could go back, I would never change a thing. Three Weeks AgoI heard a rumor. There is a ghost town that surrounds a lake deep in the woods behind the city. If you go into the town and tell the lake your wish, all of the spirits who roam there will hear. If one is interested in you, they will grant your wish, for a price of course. there I was at the lake, I knew my wish, but I didn't know why I was there. Ghosts are nonexistent, it was all just stories. An...
Dinner Under the Tree of Forgetfulness
The slow simmer of the pot of water started bubbling on the stove. Savana grabbed a bag of spaghetti out of the yellow cabinet over the stove. She waited for the rolling boil of the water to begin. Her grandma always told her to wait for the water to roll of the water like the waves in the sea. Savana knew then and only then was the time to salt the water and put in the pasta. She had done this many times in the past. She had done it many times with her grandmother. Tonight her grandmother was coming over for dinner. Savanna’s grandmother wasn’t afraid of the demons which were taking away he...