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Pie at the fountain
It was more than a farmer’s market, though that’s the name that had taken root. It began years ago when a few local farmers parked their trucks, tailgates down with baskets of vegetables in the back, in the local veterans’ park, in hopes of making a few dollars, but mostly to catch up on local gossip and compare the size of this week’s tomatoes. Justine had been a regular since the booths with tents were erected and the foot traffic began to grow. She was the pie maker and it was no secret that her apple, ginger, cinnamon pie was the reason people came back each week. A whole pie could be purc...
Misdirected Loyalty
MISDIRECTED LOYALTY John was a Financial controller and Financial Manager for an interstate Branch of a large Food Wholesaler Corporation. Head Office was located in another state so John reported to a Supervisor in the Finance Department. He ran this office made up of 2 females and 1 male awww.onedoor.ccssistant that reported to him. Both females looked after Accounts Payable and Accounts Receivable respectively. It was a rather odd situation because this young assistant was in charge hired by Malcolm (John’s Supervisor). But although this person had a Masters in Accounting it turned out that he was incapa...
The Secret Condiment
‘I am going to Saharanpur,’ he told her over the phone about his plan to visit his ancestral home soon.‘Well, that’s great!’ She couldn’t keep the relief – she felt on hearing that – from her voice.It would give him the much-needed break from the hellish life, devoid of any normalcy, he was living these days. If that could be called life at all – nights lacking the intimacy with his partner and days full of dealing with customers at an underpaid job. To top that, he hardly got the standard three meals in a day let alone quality ones. Some of the times that he video-called her on WhatsApp, he a...
Lies Hurt So Many
We moved to this town when I was only two years old. My father was killed in a car accident, not that I knew anything about what actually happened but that’s all I was told. I had asked my mother a few times why she chose this place to come to – I mean it is a great place to live but I won’t be staying here when I’m old enough to leave. I want to see things, go places, meet people, and this place is not where I will do that! She told me that it was far enough away that she could forget about how life used to be and start again. I was curious as to what she meant but knew that in time she would...