The Many Ways of Collapsing on Icy Pavements_You're an Idiot_Pay Back_A Not So Happy New Year
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The Many Ways of Collapsing on Icy Pavements
David Vallejo woke up and checked the time on his phone. 6:43 am. January 1、 He got up from the couch where he was sleeping and went over to his friend Pavel, who was resting on an air mattress on the floor. “You up?” he whispered to Pavel. Pavel responded with a sound that only vaguely resembled human speech. “Do you think I should start cooking breakfast for everyone?” David said. Pavel gave a response identical to the previous one. “Understood. I’ll go do that.” David said and then hwww.onedoor.cce went into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator with no particular culinary plan in mind. He scanned the ...
You're an Idiot
You’re an IdiotCircling the display of brightly coloured orchids and tulips, Danny ponders his options. His friend Thomas anxiously checks his watch and suggests the pink ones.“I don’t know. Pink?” Danny picks up the flower and inspects it carefully before putting it back. “It’s not right. I need a colour that says: I’m happy you’ve moved on. Congrats on the new house but, I hope it’s haunted.”“So, maybe yellow?” Thomas suggests impatiently. “Dude, I don’t get why you’re even going. Kathy only invited you out of social etiquette.”“And I’m responding with social etiquette, which is why I’m buyi...
Pay Back
Standing in the cafeteria line to pay, Sally Little hid her face when she saw the young man standing nearby. She couldn’t chance his recognizing her. She had no doubt who he was, though she hadn’t seen him for over a decade. The panic attacks had finally subsided, but she’d never forgotten Creech. Now, her nightmare stood almost in reach of her. There was no mistaking his hulking physique, and the same red hair. Even back then, at thirteen years old, he’d been bigger than many men. Who else could it be? His size wasn’t what disturbed her. A violent bully, he’d terrorized the children in her t...
A Not So Happy New Year
The rain sounded as if it were rocks hitting the roof of the bus stop and a small waterfall rushed down over the corrugated tin roof towards the ground. She stood underneath her umbrella, white with coloured love hearts scattered on it, but it didn’t protect her feet or legs as torrents of water tumbled down, hitting the pavement with such force that some of the splashes reached the bottom of her rain coat. “Sometimes I hate the rain! Other times I just love it - usually when I’m sitting curled up on the couch watching through the window” she said to Mr Nobody. The wind was picking up the larg...