Two Stories Down_Michigan Peaches_CONNECTED_Cappuccinos and murders
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Two Stories Down
“Boo Radley?”“Too isolated.”“Norman Bates?”“Too crazy.”“Miss Haversham?”“Too vengeful.”“Faulkner’s Emily?”“Wasn’t she a necrophiliac?”“Depends on your reading of the last scene in the attic.”“Then no.”“Gollum…the Grinch…Yoda…Willy Wonka?” My frustrations were starting to sarcastically seep into my responses. I had been thinking for about twenty minutes, but I couldn’t come up with a comparison to help Mira help identify the mysterious recluse who had moved in to the apartment below hers.”“Dina.” Mira’s agitation was palpable. She first mentioned the reclusive stranger a few weeks ago. She pass...
Michigan Peaches
She knew that underneath the gradient red to yellow skin, the apple would be equally sweet and tart. Its heaviness told her it was perfectly ripe; the juice would run down her chin when she bit into it, just like when she was seven and snacking on apples she’d picked from her grandparents’ orchards. Alex set the apple down and picked up another. Lighter, with a small bruise that just cupped the pad of her thumb. It was tempting to press in and see how deep the bruise went, see if she could break the skin with just the force of her thumb, but she refrained and put it back. Jansen would never co...
CONNECTED
CONNECTEDBy: Janis Van Meter Restless and Weary Feeling hazy and a bit foggy, I sat up from a restless nights sleep feeling more tired and less energy than I had before I went to bed last night. My hair and pajamas were damp with sweat that the strange dream had caused. It was so real. I could see people around me so vividly. I felt I could reach out and touch them. The colors of their clothes and their interactions were so very distinct in my memory. I had dreams similar to this one when I was a child around the age of eleven or twelve but they never had this much detail. Now I’m twenty s...
Cappuccinos and murders
“There you go buddy, all www.onedoor.ccwell” I bandage up the golden retriever and gently pet him. A man roughly in his 20s had come and dropped off Clifford, this beautiful golden retriever about an hour ago, but Daniel, the vet, also one of my friends, who was supposed to look at the dog was busy with an emergency gave me the job to do so. The dog hadn’t been injured too badly, so I was able to treat his wounds. I just came here occasionally, but had grown very attached to this clinic, and thus took care of every animal with a lot of love. I gently picked up Clifford, who was quite big, looked around 5 ye...