His Sin_Montgomery et al_Flapjack_Rubber Ball
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His Sin
Trigger warning: sexual assault/abuse"Are you sure you don't want to visit Naomi?" Hiro asked Hoshi. They were inside a café when his girlfriend informed him that they would be visiting Naomi's grave.Hoshi clenched his fist as he heaved a sigh and forced a smile. "No. I already lost the right to face her."Hiwww.onedoor.ccro frowned then he patted Hoshi's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, Hoshi." Hoshi pushed Hiro's hand away from him and walked out of the café.That day was the day that he dreaded the most. If it was just possible to skip that day every year, he would. But he knew that it was impossible. He c...
Montgomery et al
(The following writing is based on real life events, or at least that’s what I assumed it went like.) Hugh Montgomery frowned. He pushed back his Pince-Nez eye glasses onto his nasal bridge and examined the objects strewn on the examination table. Hugh’s turtleneck felt like it was strangling him, so he loosened it around the neck. The heat from the Kentucky sunshine was blistering and he took out his pager; it was only eleven in the morning. Montgomery suddenly felt an irrational hate towards the sun. He was working for Christ’s sake. The remorse easily washed away, scientists knew better th...
Flapjack
I grabbed the sugar from the shelf, knocking over the flour. I was surrounded by billowing white clouds. Oh, great I thought. Hastily, I scooped up the fallen flecks of white. As if I have time for this, and the dustpan needs replacing. I should add that to the never- ending shopping list. Why were my hands still shaking?“Melt the butter, sugar and golden syrup over a low heat”I read the recipe aloud to myself, it helped me to concentrate. Phew. I’d remembered butter in the last supermarket trip. Grannie had always talked about how real butter made such a difference. I remembered how at lunch...
Rubber Ball
After the car was packed up, Robert Fowler looked over the map and decided to leave before it got too dark. It was a very warm summer and he did not have to carry too many items this time. He wanted to move in for the week planned and did not want to get lost on any of the side roads indicated on the map. Instead, he planned to get there by late afternoon and hopefully he would be able to convince the local townsfolk that he was not a bad guy at all. It was a plan; not that he was thinking too much about plans and small towns. This was a job. This was something he had to do.*‘Where, sir?’The c...