THE SURPRISE PARTY_A Transformation_Two Old Ladies at a Party_The World Outside
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THE SURPRISE PARTY
I closed my eyes and wished I were anyplace else but at the Dumm & Associates Company’s Sales and Marketing Division’s Annual party. Some geniuses in marketing decided it would be a great idea to shwww.onedoor.ccorten the name. So, they stretched a massive banner across the stage with the abbreviated name: Dumm/Ass. Who approved that? Opening my eyes, I sat back and sighed. The four couples at my table were entertaining themselves with cocktails and mind-numbing chattering. I’m a recovering alcoholic. Three years sober, and the smell of liquor makes me queasy. Sipping ginger ale, I scanned the faces in the...
A Transformation
It was five or six years ago when I first noticed the antennae growing out of my dad’s head. He assured me that they had always been there, but I was skeptical. Seems like something I would have remembered. My mom didn’t seem to think much of it, but then again, she was busy trying to cover up the thick trail of slime secreting from her pores. And my brother Allen was scurrying headfirst down his own strange hole. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.This all happened back when I was living just outside of Washington, working as a data analyst for a small analytics firm. We were researching th...
Two Old Ladies at a Party
Why, thought Dora, clutching her glass of wine and giving polite smiles from the corner of the room, did people assume that because you were “good on the radio”, or even “a bit of a celebrity” then you were going to love a party. Dora didn’t. She hated them. Oh, she didn’t mind going round to a friend’s house, but this was another matter. It wasn’t even as if she was antisocial. She had spent most of her life working with the public, and could make conversation well enough. But right now, oh, how she longed to be back at her little cottage, with her books and her music and her cat Snowflake cu...
The World Outside
Looking through the tiny holes of the screen door, I see Doc. S - standing proud on the balcony of his green house just across the street."I wonder what he's thinking," Janie says, whispering behind my ear."Seriously contemplating about buying Jay's house maybe? Or the one next to his." A cute giggle can at times be therapeutic.*****Doc. S and his wife have six kids. We don't know them much. Except that his wife, who's an internist, belonged to a team of specialists who carried out my surgery last year. She's a friendly doctor. And a bubbly one, too."So you're on the lookout for a house to mov...