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Pictures Only I Can See
Click. I always wished I could take a real photograph just by blinking, my eyelids acting as camera shutters, silently fluttering closed and open again in a split second, the image projected and then frozen into the darkness of memory – permanent and only mine.Sometimes, on days when I spent all day outside of the apartment, I pretended to do it. I would capture my friends, grinning with their teeth sparkling and eyes catching the warm light. I would pause an unknown stranger waiting for a train, staring out at the road and the cars endlessly going in opposite directions. I always wondered wh...
Olivia
Day 1It came the day after she passed. A white parcel with no label. As I gazed at the package sitting on our living room table, I struggled to see why something—anything—had showed up for me at all.“It’s been here a few days,” my roommate called from the kitchen. “It looked a little suspicious, but we didn’t open it.”I touched it gingerly. Someone at UPS must have goofed. There was no return address, let alone anything to identify the sender. And though there was no text indicating “Fragile Contents,” I had to imagine, once I peered inside, the contents may have liked a say in the matter.It w...
Resolutions
There were six of us sat around that table in The Crown on New Year’s Eve. The same six of us who met in the pub nearly every week; Dave, Chris, Tony, Karl, Simon, and me. Doing what we always did; drinking lots of beers and taking the mickey out of each other. We had all made New Year’s resolutions previous years, big fanfare announcements to the rest of the boys. Promises to give up bad habits, or to take up something new, change something in our personality, trying to better ourselves.None of them ever stuck, so we had a new idea this year, make secret resolutions. Not tell each other what ...
The Crime of the Pale Baker
www.onedoor.ccPippa Sullivan runs into the private detective agency. Sweat trickles down her forehead. Her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace. The door slamming behind her is a result of her quick entry. The sound alarms her. Pippa glances at the man sitting at his desk. He was eating lunch, or had been in the process when Pippa made her entrance. The glob of ketchup on his french fries on their way to his mouth plops down on his shirt.“Are you kidding me?” Monty Fisher mumbles as he grabs a napkin and wipes his hands off. He licks the napkin and rubs the ketchup further into his shirt, leaving...