Forever Good Night_All It'll Be_Between The Lines_Where The Reflection Stops
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Forever Good Night
“He forgot to turn the damn alarm off again.” She said this aloud through gritted teeth as she threw off the covers, but there was no one there to hear her.As she stomped down the stairs, she tried to remember just how many times this had happened in the last month. Her husband always left for work early. He was the first one out of the bed in the morning, and she was the last one in it at night. It’d been that way since they married.She entered the four-digit code and the alarm stopped. A voice from the base, which she referred to as “Bitchin’ Betty” said, “Alarm off. An alarm was triggered b...
All It'll Be
My mom took me along to choose a kitten from among many kittens, and among this many kittens was a well-mannered, healthy young man in a tortoise-shell suit; a clear winner. I didn't choose that one on account of my being what my mom called "contrary". I instead chose an ugly little lady who - we were warned - had temporary digestive issues. When we got her home and called her Mugsy she #2'd all over the house and fled from us, hiding under the bed in my little brother's room for most of the first few days. To bond we bought stuffed things and string things and balls with bells. These toys co...
Between The Lines
Marie had never painted before—that was always John’s job. But the house needed to be sold and according to the real estate agent, it needed to be painted. Marie wasn’t mad at John for leaving the task to her; she was angry at him for dying. John had bought life insurance, but hadn’t anticipated the medical bills. He fought until his last breath, but the fight left Marie without a husband, without resources, and without a home.A painting novice, Marie attacked the big rooms and hallways first. They were the easiest with most of the furniture gone. Next, feeling emboldened by her success, she p...
Where The Reflection Stops
In retrospect, it was kind of odd Kitten never wondered where the old mirror came from. It was rather blatantly out in the open, set next to the spiraling grand staircase. Actually, that might be why she never really saw it before, the staircase kinda stole all the grand old thing’s attention. There absolutely would have been some if Mrwww.onedoor.cc. Staircase wasn’t there. The mirror was a floor to ceiling affair, all dulled silver with drops of faint gold embedded in the dark spirals framing it. The oak it was built into shone, like someone polished it, then skipped the mirror. It took her a while to n...