Lady of the Manor_Unknown Sender_HAD I KNOWN_All May Be Right, But Is Not
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Lady of the Manor
“ENOUGH!” Time may have stripped the power from his body, but not his words. He would be heard. “If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’ll use another solicitor’s office and you’ll lose your fee as my executor!”Arthur knew how to motivate men; he’d made his living out of knowing, and for this man it was money. It always was with lawyers.“My apologies sir, I have a legal obligation to –” then the lawyer stopped himself in time, before saying ‘ensure’.Arthur held the eyes of the lawyer in silence; a silence he intended to make as uncomfortable as possible. He held out his hand. Without hesit...
Unknown Sender
“I got your email,” Annie told Steve with a catch in her voice. “What email?” Steve asked her. He sent out a lot of emails in a day, but he never sent emails to Annie. He always liked to talk to her face-to-face.“The one you sent last night,” she replied. “Don’t play dumb with me.”“No, seriously, I did not send you an email. I don’t know what you are talking about.” Steve shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He knew Annie had been upset after their argument the night before, and he was upset too. But he was going to talk to her about it today.“If you were ready to break...
HAD I KNOWN
It had been Twenty- four years since she had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Yet it was just like Twenty- four days. Not much had changed in the family house, except that Mikky, the grey Alsatian, was no longer around to 'welcome' any intruder in the home of the Danladis. Intruder? Yes. Twenty- four years were enough to erase whatever memory of Jummai' s appearance that Mikky had. From infancy to adulthood, Jummai was a beauty to behold. She had been moulded from the DNAs of her parents into a hybrid mulatto who was a cynosure of all eyes. That was before the upheavals of ...
All May Be Right, But Is Not
It was summer, and the air was sweet. The changing of seasons burn deep within the honeysuckle petals. The clumps of pink and maroon and clementine have spread themselves far across the plantation. There is no light out now, for the midnight clouds have sent the moon into a familiar darkness. A neighboring brook storms to a bayou set below, echoing among the rustling leaves and settling along the lily-pads and moss patches. A frog croaks, a deer bleats, the owl ponders its eternal query. They all flee as the sounds of heavy footsteps and branches snawww.onedoor.ccpping discharge a resounding thunder in the...