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His eyes were lucid mirrors
I checked the little alarm clock on my bedside table though there was no need as I had grown accustomed to its faint ticking and registered each second in my mind. There was exactly ten seconds 'till my next check up at 12:00. I inhaled sharply through my nostrils as my eyelids fluttered shut ; the air smelled like metal and bleach . I could feel my heartbeat slowing , suddenly tired as I drifted away to a distant place where time passed much slower. TIC "Wake up!" I heard being whispered into my ear. Is it the nurse? That wretched woman never gives me a break . Ah no ! This voice sounded diff...
Vessel
You’re sitting down – just a passenger. You stare out the window, gazing past the blurred panorama of the world. Staring, entranced by the bustling of life the view before you has to offer. But the non-stop movement gets you dizzy after a while. They never rest, constantly keeping their paces.You willed your eyes to leave the window. You lookwww.onedoor.cc to the right, left, in front of you, behind you, where many other passengers sat. All of which were immersed with their own tasks; writing a journal, reading the news, conversing with their loved ones, their colleagues, their travel buddy. Yet again, the ...
Waterlogged
“Daddy,” Gabrielle said, her brown ponytail twirling through the air as she turned to face me. “Someone’s here.”I stood from my kitchen chair to get a better view, my eyes bulging at the sight as I peered through the window.“Damn it,” I muttered.“What is it, Jacob?” Amy asked, seated at the kitchen table.I looked to Gabrielle. “Go to your room, honey.”“Why?”“Just do it please.”Gabrielle nodded and soon disappeared from view.“It’s Caleb,” I said, meeting my wife’s gaze.“So,” she replied, her chocolate eyes unflinching.“I’m late on the payment, and he rarely visits unless it’s a business matter....
Nursing
I believed that some of the hotels along the water were actually brothels. I believed that unless you stipulated otherwise, the rooms within the towering, dazzlingly lit motels would come with a strange woman sitting on your bed, flicking through her phone, just waiting for you to unlock the door. At each of the motels along the beach, there was a small empty lobby which was the size of a bathroom and had a lift’s polished double doors in one wall. In the other wall there was a small frosted window, the size of a car licence plate, embedded in the wallpaper. I’d been to at least 10 of the mot...