Table Mountain Pine_Good for Something_The Race_The Unwelcomed Newcomer
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Table Mountain Pine
(CW: Substance abuse, physical violence) Eliza sat on the outcropping and gazed at the flames leaping and dancing among the windswept wooded landscape. She made it this far, and she was not turning back. What brings destruction also brings new life and hope. The dry bones in the valley before her were resurrecting, reforming, dancing, and yearning for life. She would join the dance, but she had to be patient—no second-guessing herself. Just keep looking forward. Her eyes moved up in tandem with the rising smoke. She caught a glimpse of the short, prickly pine needles protruding out of scraggly...
Good for Something
Christopher Allegro had been managing the Fix It Up Auto Collision Center for more than ten years. Allegro knew how to squeeze profit from spot-painting scratches and repairing dented doors, fenders, and quarter panels. Responsible for new hires, he had given Gonzalo Gutierrez, an undocumented immigrant from El Salvador, a position as an auto body technician. Gutierrez, called G.G. by close acquaintances, had only worked at Fix It Up for six months when he approached Allegro with a business proposal. In his native Spanish, Gutierrez asked, "Can I use the empty work station to restore a ’65 Im...
The Race
This story explores late term abortion.We’re running out of time; I remember my husband whispering as I shifted my bare feet in Dr. Randolph’s, or Dr. R’s -- as her patients referred to her -- cold steel stirrups. 26 weeks. Only two and a half months to go before we met our first, and probably only, baby boy.In our excitement, we chose his name before the end of the first trimester. Robert, because by now every other suggested male name conjured ugly memories of overbearing,www.onedoor.cc insensitive or ladder climbing men. I love Drew, my husband’s name, but he vetoed a junior. We decided on my family nam...
The Unwelcomed Newcomer
“Please, don’t do it!” I pleaded to my human while I pressed my soft furry head into her leg with earnest. I jumped up onto her lap gracefully and repeated my signature move against her torso. Finally, going in for the kill-her-with-cuteness move to get her to understand my plea, I stretched my slender delicate figure upwards so that my paws rested daintily on her chest and my head matched the height of her own. Again, using my cuteness as a weapon of persuasion, I pressed my silky face hard against her fleshy hairless cheek before I switched tactics. I began to lick her chin to get her to co...