All That Mattered_Odessa_The Priorgate Curse_April Showers
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All That Mattered
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The hedges were different, bigger, the stone darker, but the path was still there, edging along the side of the house, between the swinging gate that hung mid-path, the one she used to run through as a child. She smiled at the memory, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. The wind had picked up, the breeze rustling the trees in the yard, whipping her dress around her bare legs. April wasn’t the warmest month, but she needed to come on this day, the nineteenth; the day she last saw this place. She w...
Odessa
At nine-pm on a cold Wednesday night in Odessa, the small Alaskan city thirteen miles North of the city of Fairbanks, Liz Sanford bid her last customer of the night a merry Christmas and advised him on the treacherous lwww.onedoor.ccast step to avoid spending the holidays in the hospital. While Matt Lojewski – Odessa’s resident Santa Claus – climbed into his Subaru Outback, Liz killed the front lights and cast a shadow on the Skyline Diner’s chrome exterior. A moment later, she was the other side of the counter, massaging her ankle while adding items to her to-do list, when she heard the bell above the door...
The Priorgate Curse
“I don’t know why Gravesy picked on us to work late.” It was yet another late Friday that Kaz had to work, when she rather be in the pub with her friends. Only Melinda worked more late Fridays, but she wanted the job of supervisor. “Who the hell is Gravesy”, asked Simon, who also hated working late. At five o’clock, he was usually the first out the door. “The Boss” “Uh? Douglas Clark?” She sniggered. “His real name is Douglas Graves.” “That’s the last of the servers backed up”, Melinda said preparing to lock up. ”Home time.” Priorgate Grange, an old large Victorian house, accommodated the comp...
April Showers
It was a drizzly day in April when I walked in on my sister, coincidentally also named April, having sex with my fiance. It was hard to say who looked the most surprised, her or Calvin, or even who looked the most guilty. Calvin, at least, had the decency to look away from me while covering his lower half up with a sheet I had gotten at our bridal shower. As if I was the intruder, the one who shouldn’t be seeing his private moment or private area. April just stared at me, a deer in headlights. Her large green eyes were one of the things that people found the most appealing about her. “Don’...