Through the Lens_Another cup, this time sweeter_Justice is Blind_The Self-Service Factory
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Through the Lens
CW: Domestic abuse Once they reached the massive ornate doors of the temple, Keshav turned to the tourist couple and said with a downward nod of his head, “Sir, this is the end of the guided tour. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to serve you. Hope you enjoyed your visit. Have a nice day madam.” As he moved towards the next batch that he was supposed to take on the tour, the young woman called out “Wait, Mr. Keshav. You said you could interpret the dreams. May I ask you something?” It was too late for her boyfriend to stop her. Moreover, it was still the early days of romance, so he deci...
Another cup, this time sweeter
Another cup, this time sweeterOn his 365th day of unemployment, her husband took his coffee, pack of cigarettes and phone to the garden, sat on a chair and did not move for three hours. She knew she would hear all about what he was reading later, in bed, when her day’s work for her employer would be done, the children would be in bed and the house cleaned from the worse of the day. In every spare moment she wished him dead. It’s a healthy reaction to wish somebody dead if you think that your life would be better afterwards, her psychologist had said. The things that would be better were: - les...
Justice is Blind
Warning: Contains mild language; allusions to violence; spousal abuseLady Justice towered over the courtroom steps. Her slick white marble shined against the drab gray of the building that was all but swallowed by the overcast sky. The Lady’s tendons stood taught and proud, muscles tensed, shoulders bared. The scales were held out ahead of her, resolute and precise. She wielded a sword by her side, the tip barely resting on the ground, always at the ready. A blindfold covered her eyes. I basked in that for a moment. Under Justice, all stood equal. The blinding flash ofwww.onedoor.cc a camera brought me back...
The Self-Service Factory
Note that italics=flashback The wheels of the Mercedes spun to life, as Ryan drove out of the garage of his childhood home. He adjusted the mirror and stared at his dark green eyes. This was not how he had imagined his vacation would go, but family emergency rarely gave warnings. On his phone, he set a GPS course to the town of Upville.He raised his fingers to his forehead to carefully massage it. He had a headache forming from the earlier conversation with his mother. “Thank you for coming by on such short notice. I know that your vacation just started, but this whole thing with your sister ...