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6 dashes, 5 dots
The plain white envelope came one day with a pile of holiday cards, just before Christmas. It was 6 inches square and it didn't feel like anything was in it. The postmark said Washington, DC, way on the other side of the country. I looked at the sender and saw it was from the FCC. I couldn't remember what that stood for so I had to look it up.Trudging into my study, I pulled out a dusty copy of government abbreviations I had picked up at a yard sale years ago. I hoped the FCC was around when the tome was printed.Come to found out, it was. Federal Communications Commission I read out loud. Foun...
The Engagement
Part I Baldwin entered the restaurant automatically seeking out her date. Since she purchased the clothes and the coat, she knows exactly what he’s wearing. She looks over the heawww.onedoor.ccds of the other patrons standing in line waiting to be seated. It’s still early yet. The restaurant is half empty, so it’s easy to see anyone sitting at a table in the front part of the room.She moves up to the podium. It’s her turn to give her name to the hostess. “Good evening. Baldwin, please. Would you happen to know if a gentleman about six feet, African-American, scruffy beard, dark complexion, has checked in fo...
neighbor
Written By Jerrit Montgomery my mind is racing pass thoughts of old friends in school neighborhood the old life im living behind as my dad drive on a long journey from one state to another state to live our new life in Louisiana not long after passing the welcome to Baton Rouge Louisiana we pulled up in front of a large white house my mom and dad gave me the door key while they stay back to loosing up the luggage as i walked into our new yard i notice the big old house next door with the strange looking little boy walking towards the backyard like he's the only person on earth i continue walki...
A Turkish Bus Proposal?
Maria stepped onto the bus the same way she had for the past week and a half. That’s exactly how long she had been staying here in Ankara, Turkey, volunteering to teach English to refugees living there. She made her way to the small counter near the front of the bus and placed 3 Turkish coins on it to pay for her fare. Since it was only 10 o’clock in the morning, the bus was fairly empty. Maria spotted an empty couple of seats right behind the driver. She slid herself into the window seat to gaze outside at the buildings of Turkey’s capital. She never got tired of spotting new and interesting...