The Window Seat_The Underground Burrow_Smoky Memories_Detective is life
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The Window Seat
It was always empty. They were too scared to sit on it again, not after last time. Their time was over and they can no longer go. It’s time for her to take it. They walked away from the forbidden room and walked to their daughter’s room and peeked inside. She wasn’t there and the window has been left open. They sighed and shook their head as they walked inside and pulled out their magnifying glass pendant. They walked over to the window and opened it more so that they can get through it. They placed the glass over their eyes and saw her handprints and footprints leading up to the rood. They si...
The Underground Burrow
I woke up in seconds with a knock on my bedroom window. It was spine-chilling. I was solitary in my pitch black room. I tiptoed near the window, fear was circulating in my cold body. My nerves were frozen with terror. I didn't feel of switching on the light either.I went near the window ; opened it. It was terrifying! The darkness flooded the wholecity ; it was a starlit-night. Bats were flying like floating trays in the sky, but unfortunately there were no cups on them! The cool breeze kept on entering my bedroom without mysay-so. I was about to close the window, but something asked me to loo...
Smoky Memories
The empty cigarette boxes piled three high on the cafe table. He’d given a few of them away to other people at the cafe, but the rest he smoked himself. With each puff he heard his wife’s voice, “If you widow me with all these kids, I’ll kill you.” That’s why he smoked them, because they conjured her, and, maybe, if he smoked enough of them fast enough he could be with her again, and the kids. But it had been twww.onedoor.ccen years and he was still fit as a fiddle. His body was surviving to spite him. When he first left America and came here, everyone in this city smoked. The bus driver would open the door...
Detective is life
The morning haze was gone, and the usual humid heat was coming. The sultry sky had taken on the colour of the faded blue overalls issued to the working class in factories and plants. The asphalt was melting. Minimarkets, with their colourful windows, beckoned for fruit and vegetables. Young girls wandered back and forth in lightweight shirts and shorts. But I wasn't tempted. I was not in the mood to store, to lust after the beautiful sex, or to kill my health under the southern Israeli sun. At home, we have air conditioning and the kind of peace we only dream of. In the evening, I took Miriam ...