the cursed lady_Christine's Decision._Date Night_The Abandoned Angel
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the cursed lady
That afternoon she asked him, ‘Do you remember the cursed lady?’ It was the type of question she asked him randomly. An idea or memory that suddenly came in passing, probably triggered by something or someone. Her voice was animated. The one she unconsciously used when she was excited about something.The two were sitting opposite each other at a table in a coffee shop. Apart from the acoustic music in the background and the occasional grind of the coffee machine, the place was pretty quiet. It was a Monday afternoon. Quite a strange day and time to ask a childhood friend out for a coffee. She ...
Christine's Decision.
A table adorned with pastel rainbow cakes for two and warm french fries accompanied by fingers that tapped rhythmically with the bell that rung each time the door swayed, voices and laughter filling the cafe as well as leaving it.The end of the week celebration for two friends as well as colleagues of contrasting ages for simply making it through their working week.“You’re watching a movie tomorrow.” Marnie peered from her glasses while she devoured a handful of fries in one go.Christine’s mouth hung low as she folded her arms, “How did you-“ she paused and saw her movie ticket sticking out of...
Date Night
“I told him I had a date.”“Why did you do that?”“So he’d take his son for the night.”“You lied to your ex about having a date so you could have a night without your son? Doesn’t sound like you?”“Well, he doesn’t ask to take Harry and Harry asked why he never sees daddy, and while I’m fine with Shithead having no influence over my son, it’s not fair on Harry. Obviously I didn’t want to tell Numbnuts that his son was asking for him, so I told a small lie. Doesn’t hurt that it makes it look like I have a life and will hopefully rub him up the wrong way! God, Honey, does that make me a terrible m...
The Abandoned Angel
Crystal had a habit of flipping to the middle page of any book she held instinctively. Anyone who knew her knew this. When she saw the picture in her notebook the culprits were very prominent. 5:30 pm. TThe message was scrawled boldly with a pink glitter pen behind the picture she held. The picture held the still life owww.onedoor.ccf a cafe not too far away. She had to admit it was a pretty good shot. Neatly edited too. She realized that must have been put there almost a week ago. She wondered if the person who put that there had shown up only to be disappointed. She tried to convince herself it was nothin...