The Tally_The Imps on our Backs_Android Assistant_Thy Neighbor
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The Tally
Alicia brushed the snow from the fur on her hood and stamped noisily on the rough pine floor. She heaved the bucket she was carrying onto the hook above the fire. The chunks of snow in the pail hesitated for a second, then fell lower and began to shrink and disappear. Alicia tossed a log into the flames and stood clapping her hands in the weak heat. She raised her eyes to the ceiling and mouthed a few words in prayer.Reverently, she lifted a hunting knife from the mantel and fingered the faded letters on the handle. “Where are you, James?” she whispered. She slowly cut across four marks on the...
The Imps on our Backs
It smelled like a Band-aid. Why is it that all doctors’ offices smell like Band-aids? After handing back the redundant medical form that they painstakingly make you fill out before every visit, I had nothing left to do but nerwww.onedoor.ccvously rap my fingernails against the uncomfortable plastic seating. Staring into the distance, I began testing my vision, reading different sized lettering. It was my way of psyching myself out before seeing the eye doctor. Every time I went in for a check-up, I had this compulsion of first assessing my own vision. Though, I don’t know what good my self-testing was doing...
Android Assistant
Chelsea still asleep as there is a continuous music playing in the background. The room is just like all normal rooms. A bed by the left side of the room, the tables and chairs in tandem with the bird. The wardrobe is at the right side of the room where there is at the side but 6 inches apart is a bathroom. The room is painted blue and every color otherwise corresponds with the blue. Chelsea’s mp3 is on the table and there is a phone also on the table. That is where the background music is coming from. The room seems to have the light turned off. The phone is rings the alarm. After that word...
Thy Neighbor
The fiery sky begins to boil away as the sinking sun is cooled by the coming of night. It’s gettin’ colder, I can feel it in the breeze. No more warm summer nights, I reckon that autumn has now settled in. It ain’t as good as summer, but I can’t complain—life is simpler this time of year. Martha don’t think that, though. She comes barrelin’ out of the house, makin’ the whole front deck tremor. I shout at her to be careful—this old house can’t take much more of her wild fits. But rather than consider what I have to say, she bellows: “Earl! What’re you doin’ out here? It’s freezing and you’re s...