The Secret Keeper's Sister._The "To Do" List_Labrador_Last Stop
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The Secret Keeper's Sister.
.“ There is no fool like an April fool “ and so Chrissy decided to wait till after lunch to be born on April 1st. Her decision to enter the planet had begun nine months previously, sometime in late summer. She soon forgot her original contract and some of the conditions to which she, in spirit form, had agreed. Within days she assumed the guise of a normal human being, an adorable baby, quickly forgetting her predestined intentions. She entered into a family that enfolded her into the bosom of their love.True, her birth was a bit of a conundrum. She was conceived in an era much different from ...
The "To Do" List
The “To Do” List Today is a Sunday, the only reason I know that is correct is when I put the television on, and the channels are showing religious programs. Thank goodness the television knows whawww.onedoor.cct day of the week it is, because I am struggling to do so. I have no idea what the date is, there was no real need to know any more as one day is the same as another. The pandemic hit early in the year, I don’t remember the date, and it seems to have been so long ago. And then not long after, the lockdown. According to the pandemic news being continually broadcast, we were advised to rush out, shop ...
Labrador
I stood at the side of the boat, watching the water skim by. Pops came up and stood beside me. We were silent for awhile, until he spoke without looking at me.“You know,” he said, looking out at the depths, “this water wasn’t always here. In my lifetime. This was land — good land, fertile land. We called it the breadbasket of America because it was where all the wheat, corn, and soybeans were grown. Now, not so much.” He sighed, sadly.“We talked about this in school.” I said. “North America used to be one big continent, with oceans to the east and west, but no water in the middle, like there i...
Last Stop
The doors slid closed silently, and muzak piped in from overhead. Charles sat by the door, his jacket slung over his arm, the bag strap across his chest. He could see his reflection in the dark glass - the haggard face, grayed eyebrows, brown sagging skin. Years of watching and waiting were in that face.He flexed his hands open and closed. They had manipulated those controls, sliding forward and back, pressing and twisting, so many times. He felt the buzzing under his feet, the telltale but tiny lurch that indicated the train would begin moving, and then he felt the gentle force of being pulle...