No Good Deed_ A Trip Down Westleigh Drive_The Observatory_The New Year Steak
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No Good Deed
Katrina was just walking through the door when her smartphone started ringing. The rings were muffled because the phone was buried somewhere in the depths of her handbag. She set down the bag of groceries on the nearest and reached into the bag, her hand searching for her phone. She managed to locate it before it went to voicemail. It was her close friend Bethany. “Hello.” “Katrina! Oh, good, glad I caught you.” Bethany sounded out of breath and somewhat agitated. “What’s up, Beth? Is everything okay?” “No, no, it’s not okay, actually.” Bethany went on, “My dad just had a heart attack and ...
A Trip Down Westleigh Drive
Picture being a carefree young girl who no matter what was going on in her life, there was always a smile on her face, a spark in her eye, and a twinkle of wonder around her. Many including her family never seemed to get her, she was in her world is what she would hear from many of them, and no matter how much they criticized her, she was still fancy-free and did as she pleased. She learned at the young age of three that she was born different than the rest of her family, that was until she turned four and was blessed to become a big sister to an amazing “little” brother. He was just like he...
The Observatory
The laughter of the children was hushed. Swiftly the youngsters crept around the tiled floor of the Observatory, dropping bundles of dry daisies and lighting each one on fire. Around them, the sunset drew a film of dimness over the desert village. In the middle of the village rose the Tower, on the roof of which was the Observatory with a tiny stone house in its center, just then encircled by a bright golden ring of flames and glowing-eyed children. The December dusk sky overhead darkened into its last few hours of the year, but flames lit up corner after corner of the Observatory. Daniel, w...
The New Year Steak
“Ugh! Why must Samantha insist on having this atrocious ‘tradition’ every year? Must she always host the New Year’s Eve party? From the crack of dawn it’s nothing but dusting, vacuuming, decorating, cooking, cooking and more cooking. It’s exhausting! At least the house smells delicious, but is it worth the hassle? Not to mention the morning after when the dishwasher starts working and finishes at Easter.”It’s almost “showtime” and I'm starting to feel uneasy. I would have loved to spend the night alone with Sammy and enjoy the warmth of the fire, but it's the third year she insists on hosting ...