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For the most part, nothing terribly exciting ever happened in the Jackson household. Larry Jackson was an electrical engineer by trade, but as he worked in a supervisory position, he never really got his hands dirty. Eileen, his stunningly beautiful wife, was a contented homemaker. She was a member of the sewing club, the scrapbooking club, and the club club. The club club was a club that found new clubs for its members to join. Eileen was the vice president and treasurer of that one. The three Jackson children were exceedingly normal. Trent, the oldest, was the star quarterback on the ...
Resting She-Devwww.onedoor.ccil Face
Thank heavens you’ve brushed away that nauseating carpet of dust from my face. I can finally breathe again! The only thing separating us now is the thin sheet of picture-frame glass between your gaze and my photograph. Of course, time also stands between us. An entire one-hundred-forty-eight years since my photo was taken—a stretch long enough for fashion, language, and customs to have evolved beyond my recognition. What little I understand of this modern world comes from the conversations I’ve overheard; the little bits and pieces I’ve gathered from the patrons of this antique shop. Ever sinc...
Grilled Chees and Sat Navs
Grilled Cheese and SatNavs"Well, I have been told I make the best cheese on toast in the world.""What, better than a croque-monsieur from Patisserie Valerie?" "Oh, much better. Especially since they don't exist anymore." Ginnie shrugged. "If you say so. Go on." She'd popped round to admire my new flat and have a bite to eat before we set off for a concert we were singing in with our choir. I'd decided to offer her my speciality. "Right then. Be prepared to be amazed." So I grated the cheese, mixed it with the soured cream, added a generous dessert-spoonful of grainy mustard and sprinkled it wi...
The Sushi Date
“I quit!” I shout at my phone just as soon as the elevator doors open. I really wish I had a phone with a receiver to slam, it really adds to the dramatic effect. Four people with bugged eyes and dropped jaws greet me as I walk onto the elevator and push the 2 to get to the parking garage. “That was my boss,” I say matter-of-factly, and they all reply with confused nods as if that did not answer their original question. It was, however, my boss, and I am not out of a job. It is common for me to quit, or threaten to quit, when I am feeling particularly exasperated, usually by him. My boss know...