Falling_The Ones That Got Away_As Good As Dead_Death Becomes Him
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Falling
Samantha fidgeted and twitched in her sleep. If Tag hadn’t known her better, he would have said that its habitual, but he knew her. In and out. Something was very wrong whenever she did this, because Samantha was much like a polar bear whenever she slept. In hibernation, with not a care in the world.He watched her. She scrunched her eyebrows together, and then suddenly, with no prior warning, shot up in bed. Her eyes wide open, almost delirious. Tag supported himself against the bed and brushed her wild hair with his fingers, hoping the action would bring her some comfort. Maybe she had dreamt...
The Ones That Got Away
Crunch, crunch, crunch. My feet and the blanket of fall leaves meet on the winding trail to make my favorite seasonal music. We keep rhythm with the brisk air breeze and bowing of autumnal branches. There’s laughter from a group two booths to my right and I eavesdrop on a middle-aged man with a thick voice attempting to negotiate a deal with an annoyed artisan. “The prices are set, I don’t negotiate at these markets, sir,” the woman explains with a heavy note of exasperation in her voice. I take a few steps to the side of the white capped booth so I can get a better view of the drama unfolding...
As Good As Dead
Brock pulled up to the hospital, wondering if he needed to admit himself to the ER. A puddle of blood had trickled onto his lap from the wound on his hand. The floor beneath his feet squished and crackled. Sweat, blood, and glass had accumulated on the mat from the blown windows and injuries sustained from his second-story-jump.He dialed Shuggs. “I’m out front.” When Shuggs opened the car door, he froze and stared at the splintered glass. “I thought I had it bad,” he said, brushing off his seat and getting into the car. “What in the hell happened to you today?” “You’ve seen me look worse.” Bro...
Death Becomes Him
Between home and his usual barstool at the corner breakfast place, he ate at every morning he’d seen three people he hadn’t seen in decades. Having Paul Hill cross his path at his regular lunchtime haunt was par for twww.onedoor.cche course.Today, he reminded himself, would be different. From the moment he woke up, five minutes before his alarm clock, as planned, he could feel it. He reached for the notepad with the numbered to-do list, the first two to be performed before his feet touched the ground.Two minutes of deep breathing and repeating his new mantra, “I am exactly where I am needed, expected, and p...