Immaculate Reception_ROMANTIC COUPLE_The Stranger I Never Knew_Thankful
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Immaculate Reception
“There you are,” he said, making his way through the crowd, walking over to kiss her.“The fans are very loud today,” she replied, laughing amid the clamor, folding herself into his bear hug. Luckily, she had secured the last two barstools. “It’s the playoffs. They’re entitled to a little noise,” he remarked and looked around the cozy, wood paneled bar. Television screens were affixed to every flat surface, beaming in games from around the globe. It was a friendly crowd, yet even decades after his stint in the U.S. Army, he found himself surveilling the area for any threats.“Did you find parkin...
ROMANTIC COUPLE
“Hello Darling! The swimming pool is calling us. Come on Let us go.” Raman gave a call to Vinaya. She too responded. “Yes, my dear. Just a minute.” She was out there with her swimming costume and accessories, like headcap, eyewear glasses, change of dresses and minimum make-up kits all tucked in a bag. She joined him, clenching his fingers into hers. There was a small sprint in her stylish steps showing off her ecstatic mood. Raman too had his bag filled with his requirements. At the swimming pool there were some easy cosy reclining chairs --- a few occupied and many vacant. The sweet couple ...
The Stranger I Never Knew
It rained heavily the day father died. I can still remember that day, vividly. I can still see his face and feel his stubbly cheeks. I still remember his smile. His broad smile, like he hadn't a problem in the world. The last time he smiled at me-at us, was when he bent over us and promised my brother, Justin, and me that he would take us on vacation in Paris immediately he got back from his trip. We were overjoyed. Our little hearts danced for Joy and we felt butterflies in our stomach. He placed his large hand on my shoulder and kissed me on my forehead, his other hand clutching his briefcas...
Thankful
"Ew, Michael, Grandma can see you. Moooom! Make him stop." I resisted the urge to add to the screaming. This day had already been so long. "Michael, go to the bathroom and blow your nose, and wash your hands. Thoroughly." My four year old dashed down the hallway giggling the whole way. "Go with him, Katie. Make sure he washes his www.onedoor.cchands." Twelve year old Katie trudged after her brother, grumbling about disgusting brats and weird computer Thanksgiving. I was sympathetic. The last thing her father and I wanted to do was have another video conference, even if it was with my parents. Working from...