Snow Stopped Play_A One Shot_Discernment_Speak Now Or Forever Stay Silent
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Snow Stopped Play
My Dad, Gordon Meredith Merchant, was a great cricketer. But I doubt you’ll have heard of him. Oh, I know there are hundreds, probably millions, come to think of it, of people who say that either they or some relation of theirs could have been a megastar at some sport if only the fates hadn’t conspired against them. But in Dad’s case, there’s some truth in it, and quite apart from the fact that I know he was a deeply truthful person. He was one of the youngest people ever to captain his school eleven, and there are still some precious old yellowing dog-eared school magazines (thougwww.onedoor.cch thank he...
A One Shot
Her knuckles are white against the dark rubber handlebars. It’s an effort just to relax her grip as she brings the bike to a stop. She’s hunched over, gun holstered at her waist. It’s grip digs into her side; she straightens to ease the pressure. Leg up, kickstand down. She tilts the bike sideways until it stands stable, plants her left foot on the ground, and swings her other leg over the seat, dismounting.Hands come up to her face. She pulls off the helmet - a lingering remnant of a time now gone. Her hair is lying flat against her skull - she feels it cling to her scalp with sweat. She runs...
Discernment
"You can just stand over there, by the bed, that's perfect." "By the bed?" "You can start on the floor, if you want. Move up later." "Okay. Like this?" "Yeah, just kind of--this is your bed, you're coming home from work and you've done the nightly routine early, maybe your spouse is away." "My wife." "Your wife is away, maybe, and you miss her. That's good. We can start there. You're--I want you to be comfortable. Pretend the camera isn't here." "This better?" "You can even get inside the covers. They're clean." "Right now?" "If you want." "Are you shooting all of this? I'm not even in ...
Speak Now Or Forever Stay Silent
Theo walked into the office of his job fifteen minutes early and approached his cubicle. He saw his boss out of the corner of his eye, standing beside the coffee maker, and decided that he would say something. Everyone in the office was constantly remarking on the fact that Theo rarely talked, but today he would change that. But what to say.“Hi Mr. Peters.” No, Mr. Peters had told him that he could address him as Gerald. Still the idea of calling his boss by his first name made him uncomfortable. Fine, he would forego saying the name and simply say, “Good morning, how are you doing today?” Nop...