Trust In Me, Just This Once_Don't Call Me Firebomb_Nothing But a Number_Never A Sight
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Trust In Me, Just This Once
“Okay, THAT was brutal.” Arianna flopped onto the sofa, fanning herself animatedly with her hands. “I thought she was going to kill me off for sure that time, she leaves me in way too many cliff hangers!” She whined and curled her legs up to her chest so that she could rest her pouty face on her kneecaps. Life as a protagonist was no joke, she had survived three novels so far and was barely scraping through the fourth. Matthew sat on the recliner and rolled his eyes in their sockets. “You think you’ve got it bad? She left me with this in chapter four!” He motioned to the steak knife sticking o...
Don't Call Me Firebomb
"Are you owww.onedoor.cckay?" Carla asks me as I tie my apron around my waist."Yeah, I'm fine.""You're limping.""Yeah, l sprained my ankle last night. My dog got out and I was chasing him."That wasn't exactly how it happened. The truth is a little more...complicated."I would've called out sick if it was me," Carla states."I can handle a sprained ankle." I slip the hair tie off my wrist and use it to pull my hair back in a ponytail before I put my uniform cap on."Did you watch the News this morning?""No. Why? What happened?""Firebomb struck again.""There was a firebomb? Where?"Carla gives me a 'what the hell...
Nothing But a Number
I should never have let Travis check the mail. I'd known that, in the beginning, when he first moved into my home; but normalcy has a way of creeping around your defenses when you're looking the other way. Besides, the way he laughed off the AARP advertisements and retirement home pitches in the junk mail eased my worried mind. He'd tease me about being an old woman or planning ahead too much, then he'd laugh and pull me close and kiss my plump lips and gaze into my unlined eyes and put his hands on my firm body, assured by all of his senses that I was at least as young as he. I was watering...
Never A Sight
I can’t remember when I first noticed the portals.It seems a stupid word for them, but I’m not sure what else works. Portal implies that you can travel between them, and maybe some people can. I’ve never worked out how to do it though, and I’ve never dared to mention them to anyone else. They’re my little secret, my little piece of magic.At least, they were. I’m not so sure about that now.To begin with I thought the patches on my walls were damp or mould of some sort. In that really grown-up way that everyone does, I ignored them, hoping they’d either go away by themselves or become someone el...