THE TUXEDO CAT_Try To Remember_Iridescent Isle Estate_The Cold Revelation
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THE TUXEDO CAT
THE TUXEDO CATIt was a dream come true, but ironically a dream encompassed within the greatest nightmare I had ever had. For a while all my woes were forgotten as I stood looking through the window in wonder. Yesterday’s abundant shades of green had magically turned into a white Christmas scene, a real one, for I had never seen snow before. As the snowflakes drifted down, faster and faster, I thought I heard the ringing of bells, and a hearty “Ho-ho!” But the “Ho-ho!” was a “Mew-mew!” It was that Tuxedo again. I opened the door to the cozy little cottage that used to belong to my sister, and ...
Try To Remember
I wake up with a start to a rattling noise. Blinking, I see a tea trolley in front of me and a young woman handing me a cup. I look around the room. It looks like any sitting room, with overstuffed armchairs, little side tables and a cabinet full of knick-knacks in one corner, but it’s hot and there’s a smell of disinfectant. There are a couple of elderly gents sitting in the other chairs, one doing a crossword in the newspaper and the other muttering irritably at the talking head on the television. I don’t know them. Anxious now, I put the teacup down and ask her where I am. She smiles and pa...
Iridescent Isle Estate
Jeremiah walked up what had to have been at least thirty gold steps, squinting from the glare of the bright July sun reflecting off the stairs. Halfway to the top he began to chuckle to himself because people have talked about what they would or wouldn’t do for a million bucks or even declare they’d do anything for it. But the question becomes harder to answer when it’s for fifty million dollars. When you find yourself dressed in a metallic suit complete with a rainbow fur jacket trodding up the most gaudy stairs that ever existed to show your compliant face to an estranged aunt who is about ...
The Cold Revelation
Gerry answered the door. Standing there on the icy path of her ground floor flat was a woman in a long black coat which was peppered with snow. She wore dark sunglasses which Gerry thought odd for the time of year; the sun hadn’t been out all morning. With a thick woollen scarf almost covering her mouth and a Trapper hat, Gerry could barely see the lady’s face. In fact, she only assumed it was a female standing before her because of the patient pointy heeled boots and long straggly pink hair that looked like it was escaping from her hat. The woman was silent. Awkwardly so. Gerry believed the...