Pacific Parade_Wyatt Earp and the Medicine Man_For Want of a Key_Woof
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Pacific Parade
“When did I last see him? Well, I don’t personally meet each of the residents as such. We have over five-hundred units here—I just try and keep up with the place. Shuffling paper up here in the office most days, to tell you the truth. Except for Christmas lunch each year, where I have to be present—company policy. But then they’re like a blur of greys and blue rinse, if you know what I mean. Anyway, not that my time is more important than yours, but I am a busy man. Let’s lowww.onedoor.ccok up what we’ve got… Albert, was it?Alfred… I haven’t met him in person, but I’ll bet he’s kind of wrinkly with a shiny ...
Wyatt Earp and the Medicine Man
An armadillo curls into a ball and rolls away. Tumbleweeds sweep across the landscape. The sun is burning, nestled above the western horizon. The plains are barren, more likely to be called a desert. Dust is swept up in the wind and brought over the terrain before settling a few miles away. A Medicine Man makes his way through the unrelenting conditions. His skin ablaze after enduring the heat of the sun for many days, and sleeping on the sand for many nights. He is old, born with the earth, grown with the trees, and he will die with the universe. He keeps his spirits high by singing the song...
For Want of a Key
On a snowy day, it takes me 23 extra minutes to get to work. The accumulating slush on the city streets back up traffic so badly the buses run at least half an hour behind schedule, so I walk. The city is prettier after a snowfall anyway, the white blanket covers the dirt and the trash and the grime, for the first day at least.I don’t know how long I walked before I passed through the gate. I was listening to a podcast to block out the noise, and if the wax paper hadn’t slipped off my morning hash brown, I wouldn’t have turned to grab it and realized I had no trail behind me, the snow a carpet...
Woof
Shelby hated walking the dog, almost as much as she hated her mother.Here was the routine: Shelby would be sitting in bed, minding her own business, when her mother would come in and yell, “Time to walk the dog!”, to which Shelby would groan, sit in bed for a few more minutes, and then give in to her mother’s demands. “It’s your job while you’re home on break,” her mother would retort. “It’s the only thing I ask you to do.”Today was particularly dreadful, though, due to the blizzard that was taking place outside their home. Shelby begged and begged, but there could be no chances taken on a dog...