Subject D_Hurricane Spares the Beach House, Comforts its People_And Death nudged._Lights Go Down
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The clerk greeted her at the desk beside the conference room door. “Good morning, Lieutenant, please set your personal effects on the desk.”She laid her cover, handbag and laptop bag on the desk and then set her raincoat next to them.The clerk handed her a badge to pin on her uniform lapel.LT Ann Scarletti, USNOffice of Naval ResearchAnn noted the branches of service on the remaining badges: US Army, US Air Force and US Marines. Then she noticed the ranks: Colonel, Colonel, and Colonel.The clerk placed her effects into a locker. Then he picked up her raincoat and said, “Rain is not in the fore...
Hurricane Spares the Beach House, Comforts its People
Kat struggles to climb the final flight of www.onedoor.ccstairs, determined to step onto the front porch before the first squalls of wind and rain slam the screen door shut. While she hauls the grocery bags indoors, the wooden rockers flip and butt up against the windows on the south side of the Huntington family beach house, a sure sign that the hurricane’s trajectory may be turning. And not in a positive direction.Her siblings and their children are scheduled to arrive in a couple of days for a fall reunion of sorts. Planned for months, Kat’s reluctant to officially cancel. She barely pays attention to th...
And Death nudged.
Callie looked across the slanted living room floor with one eye squinted shut. The 90’s-style office carpet that spanned the floors of her cramped apartment bit into her chin as she eyed the marble beneath the radiator.It looked black.It wasn’t.She closed her right eye and opened her left. The marble moved two inches to the side.Back-and-forth, she used her counterfeit telepathy to transport the marble. Back-and-forth.Why is she laying on the floor? Simple: She can’t get up.Why can’t she get up? Because she died two weeks ago.“Did you know that Atila the Hun was so horny he started a war? Yea,...
Lights Go Down
"So, tell me what this is again?" Heidi asked with the crabby tone that was typical for her nowadays. She scratched at the messy bun atop her scalp, a frock of red hair barely held together by a pink scrunchie."It's an event I get paid to do," said David, brushing his thumb over the laptop's trackpad. "What, did you forget all the gigs I've done over the last four years?""If by gigs, you mean hitting play on a Spotify playlist, then no, I haven't forgotten." Heidi kicked at a blue pebble, watched it skip into the street."Har de har har," said David with a grin. "I do just fine, thanks. Help m...