An Imperfect Circle_Living With Leo_Mint Condition_Another Lockdown Stash
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An Imperfect Circle
“Don’t hesitate."The voice comes from across the green cloth-draped folding table where I am seated at the Twenty-Third Annual Freehand Circle Drawing World Championship with my head down and my shoulders hunched forward in a pointed I'm-very-busy posture.I wince. Now is not the time. I need to practice, get my head in the right space, concentrate on the task at hand. This is something I've been working towards. It matters.Even without this latest distraction, conditions are sub-optimal. It’s too cold in the room. The AC chortles and hums and pours chilled air unceasingly through the overhead ...
Living With Leo
A bloodcurdling roar wakes me up from my brief nap, and I almost fall off the bed. Leo looks back at me, his brown-furred face framed by a thick mane, which I noticed was in dire need of a trim. He is as majestiwww.onedoor.ccc as ever, his teeth in full view, threatening to almost eat me whole. Almost. I get up, cursing myself for thinking that I would ever get a break, and go to the kitchen, feeling Leo walking behind me with interest, knocking down one thing or another in the process. He really is growing quite big. I go into the fridge, and take out a raw slab of meat, making a mental note to buy some mo...
Mint Condition
It took three minutes to find the tall old-fashioned bookcase by the back door. It leaned forward an inch like it was injured and looked like it’d crumble into a pile of dusty wooden pieces. I would have turned around and went back to my Danish butter biscuits resting on the living room coffee table but then I saw the books.Weak books with faded covers and spines hanging off three measly strings of thread. Some had reached their expiration date, lying face down on the wizened shelves, covers fallen and crisp tattered pages remaining.I ran my gloved hand along the bookcase, over the age-caused ...
Another Lockdown Stash
Sarah was engrossed in her latest detective novel when the doorbell rang. Startled, she dropped the book and hurried across the hallway to the front door. She opened it in time to see a figure retreating briskly down her driveway but she could not tell if it was a man or a woman. Looking down at her feet she noticed a large grey plastic bag, no doubt containing her most recent online purchase. “Thank you,” she yelled to the figure, who acknowledged her by waving an arm. “Lockdown restrictions,” Sarah thought. “They aren’t even allowed to wait until someone answers the door. I wonder how many ...