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The fortune-teller
They can be found alwww.onedoor.ccl over the world. In every village, there is always at least one woman who takes pleasure in reading people's fortunes in teacups, coffee grounds, reading the cards, or predicting the future in whatever way. Some place advertisements in newspapers, but of course, there are those who do not advertise and who live on word of mouth. These are people who don't need advertising. They only use their gifts as a matter of friendship for certain beneficiaries and a round price of course. You come across them everywhere, people who claim to possess gifts and can work miracles: for a ...
Enrolled in Old School
It was a quiet day. I knew it wouldn’t last. In a short while, I would have solid proof that my instincts were correct as I finished my lunch in my counseling office at Park Ridge High School where I have been for the last ten years. It seems longer when I get a quiet moment to myself. “Are you Mr. Sowell?” A student knocks at my door. Like most of the other students, his clothes are full of holes and his flannel shirt appears as if it has not been washed in over a month.“Yes, and you are?” I stand up, dropping my trash into the garbage can.“Holton Brisbee.” He answers as he slouches into...
Ambivalence
It was the last night of the sodium lights, and one by one they were dying out. How fitting it seemed to be, almost as if they knew their end was in sight, and rather than be snuffed out by the harsh unscrewing of a bulb, they flickered themselves, edging the quiet street closer and closer into the blackness of early-morning June.Exhausted as he was, Silas went out walking, alone in gym shorts and a white tee shirt, his flip-flops slapping the pavement as he stared up at the dancing leaves. They became fractals of shadows at his feet, cast on the ground by the lamp lights seemingly embedded a...
Ashley
Seriously?Fuck my life and fuck the suburbs.I mean, come on – what the are odds that we’d have just bought a house right to her? Her who, as Matt told me from the second I met him, broke his heart. After four years of high school, four years of college, and three years of grad school, dumped him when she got her dream job in Nashville. I know the story like the back of my hand, but I told myself it didn’t matter. He couldn’t have her, she didn’t even live in the same state, so he’d have to be happy with me. Besides, who wouldn’t be happy with me? Five foot nine, tan in January. Six-year-old bo...