The Half-Lit Flame_Foodie Heaven_Apartment Living_My Li'l Black Dad
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The Half-Lit Flame
She hurried to the front entrance of the hospital, and issued a sigh of relief when she spotted the security guard there. Her anxiety was in overdrive regarding what awaited her once she reached the interior. Through the corner of her eye, she spotted a man walking across the parking lot who would soon join her and the guard outside the electronic sliding doors. She constructed her story as she spoke; informing the guard that her boyfriend had been in an accident, had surgery, and desperately needed his phone charger. She was a bit chagrined about how easily she could lie. She was not visitin...
Foodie Heaven
Dear Reader, It’s with a heavy heart that I must report the ‘Queen of Culinary Criticism’ has left the building for the last time. I’m struggling to continue in her absence, despite my formidable reputation. It was she who provided the zest that made my weekly article so entertaining. My final despatch is both a farewell to you and a dedication to my dear wife. Very fewww.onedoor.ccw food enthusiasts knew of Pamela, but fans of my column may recall mentions of ‘my lovely companion’ or ‘dearest Mrs Guillemot.’ #Reginald Guillemot was once a name feared throughout the kitchens of the metropolis and founded on...
Apartment Living
"What?!" Frank squealed. "What on Earth are you thinking, Richard?" He launched out of his chair, passion driving him to his feet. He pointed across the large outdoor patio table, his face flushed, and continued to shout.Jessica yawned. These body corporate meetings always seemed to be full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. She watched as Richard launched a counterattack, and Frank spluttered his response. The current topic of conversation was the pool. This was normal. They had found broken glass in it again, so - again - it needed to be drained, and cleaned. Frank Cunningham-Smythe was ...
My Li'l Black Dad
I remember, seems from the day I was born, I remember my dad was short and black.Well, no, not quite. Let’s say not ‘short’ short, but vertically challenged. And not ‘black’ black, but how about he was, uh, colored? Yes. Better. He was colored. Yes. Vertically challenged and colored. Better. Much better. He was four colors, actually.Being I was, and still am at this writing, a certifiable Caucasian, an explanation would be in order.You see, for many years, long before I was born and long after, my dad worked in a foundry. An iron foundry. Know what they make in iron foundries? They make, along...