The Thirty Year Hunt_Mary Alice of the Rockies_Soyoung_When Words Become Obsolete
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The Thirty Year Hunt
“It’s twins! Both girls! Perfect, tiny, precious baby girls!” my wife, Carol yelled in excitement as she put the phone down. “C’mon Pete, let’s hop over there and have a drink and take a peep at our first grandchildren.” We did. Sirens were shattering the air, bombs were falling, people were running and screaming on the streets, but we weaved our way through the bodies, ruins and potholes until we reached our daughter’s apartment. It had taken an hour to travel 2 miles. We raced up two flights of stairs and banged on the door. Our son in law opened, looking exhausted. “Sorry for the way I look...
Mary Alice of the Rockies
Mary Alice of the RockiesIt was a beautiful Saturday morning in July when Amy pulled her rental car into the parking lot of a place named Alice, Colorado. Once a teeming community known for gold mining, the burg was now virtually a ghost town with such a sparse population that the U.S. Census Bureau didn’t even consider it a separate entity. You would never have known that today, however, because the lot was packed. Luckily, there was one space left in the very back, so she parked there, grabbed her backpack, heavy with water bottles, sunbwww.onedoor.cclock, and energy bars, and opened the door. After t...
Soyoung
They'd been at it for days.Usually, TALON members got along.Soyoung knows this because before they were die-hard romantic lunkheads, she'd toured with them multiple times.They liked to tease her and call her Noona, though she's barely days older than their leader.The members in question, Daehyun and Noyoung, were not arguing over a girl. They were arguing about what to get their girlfriends for Christmas.Soyoung has met both young ladies and had initially been wary of them. Maggie-and-Dae had been a Thing, briefly, before Maggie had magically disappeared one night early in Dae's career.Noyoung...
When Words Become Obsolete
They were sitting across from each other eating their fancy meals - a large dish of angel hair pasta with shrimp for her, and chicken fettuccine alfredo for him, a plate of garlic bread sitting in the middle of the small table in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant. No other inpiduals in the restaurant knew, or particularly cared, that this was their fifty-ninth Valentine’s Day spent at this table, and no waiters or waitresses worked here long enough to keep this tab on them. This was their fifty-ninth night spent at the small booth in the corner of the restaurant. Fifty nine years ago the...