Dragon Beans_Dead Violets_3 Little Birds_The Last Haircut
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Dragon Beans
Hooves clacked across the tile. Waging a war against the espresso machine, Clover didn’t notice until a shadow fell across her mortal enemy’s shining bulk. Velvety ears flicking in surprise, she looked up to find a satyr smiling at her in amusement. His horns gleamed in the café’s lights, soft fur peeking out from his cozy sweater. His smile scrunched up his button nose, raising the moon-round spectacles higher on his weathered face.“Having trouble?”Clover sighed, wiping coffee grit off her hands, and stepped up to the register.“The only thing stronger than our espresso machine’s coffee is i...
Dead Violets
TW: Suicide This is the story of a broken man. A soul ripped; heart-torn man. He was always intrigued by trains. How they moved. How they tiptoed through the railroads. No one could love them more than he did. Every dream was filled www.onedoor.ccwith trains speeding by. He would beg his parents to go on the train every chance he got, and he would always pick the window seat. On bright days the trees would run past as he tried to count each one. When it rained, he watched to see each raindrop fall to the bottom of his window. They looked like tears to him. He would only watch cartoons that had trains in t...
3 Little Birds
When I was a boy I shot three birds on a fence. The karma haunts me. It was a cold fall day, no snow on the plains, but the thought of snow in the air. My breath was crisp and chilled. There was no way to know what I was about to do. A good day for birding.I sat shooting my paper target that morning for two hours. I was a dead eye, as they say. Even with corrective lenses, I could hit anything I shot at. The weapon at hand was a Red Ryder BB gun. This device could be loaded with dozens of lead pellets about one-quarter the size of a pea, if that’s an imaginable piece of weaponry. Basically, de...
The Last Haircut
I took my seat in the red leather barber’s chair and waited for the cape to be draped around my throat.For two hours I’d been standing in line with every man in the city, or so it had seemed. All of us in varying states of scruffiness, respectfully standing, chatting about what was coming while we waited for our turn at Carlos’s Cuts. Now, finally reclined in the chair, the feeling of weightlessness in my feet was euphoric. Jimmy was in today. I closed my eyes and listened to his breezy banter while he tidied a man’s head in the chair next me and I waited for Carlos to sterilise his scissors s...