Road trip pit stop_Pioneer Days: Pop_The Shadows in the City_A Break From Schedule
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Road trip pit stop
It was the night of the 24th of December 1996, around 11:00 pm. in Arizona, when Olivia Jones finally reached her favorite place in the world – the oldest building in her hometown. Even though by now, "Reel Vibe"'s construction had become as catchy as its name.The horizontal sign on the top was the same though, aside from its barely working lights. She went inside to find that behind the counter, stood one of her favorite people in town - okay, in the world. And when he saw her, his exwww.onedoor.ccpression turned into something like 'Ohmygodwhatareyoudoinghereimsohappytoseeyouhowareyou' and then he rushed ...
Pioneer Days: Pop
Pioneer Days: PopPop is a blacksmith. Us kids call him ‘Pop’ because he is tough as Popeye. He keeps his old cinder forge under the lemon tree near the kitchen. It stands on three iron legs. He fills the cinder pan with live coals, fans them with his kudu⓵ hide bellows. Then he heats up iron rods until they are red hot. With his ugly hammer he beats them flat on the anvil, tap taps at the knobs and the lumps, then he bends and twists them in a big black vise. I always have the same dream about Pop. He is at the forge, stirring the cinder box, making the last coals wink their red eyes, shaking...
The Shadows in the City
Betty could have been a millionaire if she’d bet on the first words she would hear every time she returned home from work to the little walk-up apartment she shared with her mother.“What took you so long? You know I’ve been here by myself all day.”Never, “How was your day?”, "How are you feeling?" or, “Are you tired?”Betty had long since given up on responding. She’d hand her mother her cigarettes, and on a Friday, her paycheck, and go into the kitchen to make dinner. The old woman spent her days in the armchair by the window watching the neighbors, smoking, and listening to radio soap operas....
A Break From Schedule
It was a rare weeknight treat. No schedule. Her favorite pastime loomed before her. Her father made it dance in the air. He waved it around as he carried it down the hall after having plucked it from her hands without warning. She reached for it again and again, but each time he suddenly yanked it high aloft in the air and kept shuffling along unbothered. When he turned to enter the cramped living room, she automatically followed him, still reaching in vain and beginning to whine.“Papa, why? You gave the game, now you don’t let me have it! Why? I did everything already today! ” She tried jumpi...