The Bay Window_Making Changes_"It's all going to be okay. As long as we have each-other&quo
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The Bay Window
A light caught her eye. The smallest flash of a spherical rainbow, a chink of light captured on the breeze. It floated, alone, past the window, the large light-filled bay out of which she had been staring for a lost amount of time. The www.onedoor.ccshadow of years lengthening in the afternoon sun.The lawn was littered with the detritus of a summer's day; a straw hat crushed in its centre - trodden and abandoned -, a bottle of sun cream, cap open and oozing, bleeding summer into the grass. The bubble continued its solitary path across her line of vision, floating up, across, back down then across again, nev...
Making Changes
Linda had always prided herself on being a woman of her word. She was reliable, trustworthy, and dependable, and she always made sure to follow through on her commitments. But there was one promise that Linda had been struggling to keep for years. She had repeatedly made the same promise to herself, vowing to change a particular aspect of her life that had been causing her frustration and unhappiness. But she fell into old habits and patterns every time she tried to follow through on that promise. It wasn't that Linda wasn't motivated to change. On the contrary, she was deeply committed to imp...
"It's all going to be okay. As long as we have each-other"
“It’s been five years since you left… The hardest day of my life. The day that changed me… The day that I thought it was over. I vividly remember that cold day. How the wind slapped me in the face as I ran down those steps. I remember the hospital smell. I remember the sound of the sirens coming to save me. I remember your sterile breath that had the stench of liquor all over it. I remember the way your dimples covered your face every time you smiled. I loved watching you blink and read and write and look and be. I loved you. And you hurt me. I needed you and you left me. And I let you hurt me...
The Apollo Mission
“Houston, we have a problem.”“It’s not funny. It’s never been funny.”“Come on, Houston.”“I know you’re upset, but it wasn’t your fault.”They looked down. On the bottom of a custom-built perch was a beautiful, dead parrot.“Do you think my boss is going to care? I was supposed to take care of Apollo. I had one job.”“Technically, two.”“If we don’t figure this out, I’m going to have no job. Please just focus, Eric.”“I’m focused,” Eric said. He laughed but tried to cover it with a cough.“I’m going to lose my job and you’re laughing.” “Come on, Dr. Shepard. You’re not going to get fired. It wasn’t ...