The Flower_The Dealership_Sunny's Side of the Street_The Souls of Bones
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The Flower
Red. It was always his favorite color. I remember when he gave me this necklace, a gold pendant with a rose engraved and a phrase that read para siempre y hasta el fin. Forever and to the end. Well, we reached the end long ago and now here I still am, lost in the thought of what we were and the idea of what we could've been. "Ma'am?" Asks the vendor, taking me out of my daze. "Yes?" "The flowers? I asked if you wanted some." That's right, focus. When I walked by, and he called out "flowers!," I turned my head, and the sight itself brought back memories still too heavy. "Oh," I whisper, "that's...
The Dealership
My father owned a car dealership that was passed on to him by his father. It all started in 1960 with my grandfather. Then in 1990, my father took over the family business. Today, in 2020, my dad wants me to continue in the same line of business and continue the family tradition. To become the third generation in this family operated business. As a kiwww.onedoor.ccd and a young teen, I did envision myself working with my dad then gradually take over the dealership. I did spend a lot of time after school with my dad watching him work while working on school assignments. I do love cars and how they can make o...
Sunny's Side of the Street
Police Detective Montes made his way over to the older gentleman in the back of the populate bar, sitting at a booth with a dim bulb. Montes carefully approached the down-trotted fellow. “Is this seat taken?” Montes sternly asked as he sat down anyways, not waiting for an answer, but simply asked to act “polite”“What do you want,” said the older man, with a grizzly deep voice. The bass in his voice made it almost inaudible to understand what he said. “I’m just here to get some wisdom. I work with the NYPD…” Montes trailed off as the cocking of the hammer on a handgun clicked loud enough to b...
The Souls of Bones
The Souls of Bones By Katherine McGowanAs she stared at the mountain of bones before her, she couldn’t decide if being a coroner made her appreciate the beauty in the macabre, or if her fixation on the beauty in the macabre lead to her career with the dead. The structure of bones crafted to an unfathomable scale still looked raw and primal despite the meticulous polishing and placement of each inpidual bone as if they were carefully balanced on a series of suspended scales, delicately holding the floating life of these living-dead monoliths in the balance. She wanted to reach out and slide her...