Thursday's Child Has Far to Go_From Prison To A Barn_Another Track_Satisfaction Seminar
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Thursday's Child Has Far to Go
Bus number eight took Prudence downtown to work every day. She always sat in the same seat, second up from the back, the one with the stuck window. No one was ever sitting there when she boarded, and after a while she considered this to be her seat. She liked this seat because she could watch the people on the bus and on the sidewalk.On this particular day, a Thursday, it started to rain. She hadn’t noticed the dark clouds as she ran from her brownstone to catch the number eight on the corner and hadn’t brought an umbrella. Now, as the bus got underway, the rain came down hard and trickled in ...
From Prison To A Barn
From Prison To A BarnThe echo of crunching snow under his boots irritated his ears and he found it odd, it was nature after all why after all the things his ears had picked up in the last decade would the sound of his boots on frozen water be the sound that annoyed him? After brushing it off, he sat on a short bench outside the public library. He was almost an hour early but his apartment bordered on petite in size and was claustrophobic for longer than two hours at a stretch. His gloved hand cradled the fast-food coffee cup, he’d bought it ten minutes before b...
Another Track
There were not enough seats, so Winston found himself in the space between carriages. Standing over his trunk, he battled to keep it upright and not sliding by squeezing it between his knees. He watched the corrugated black rubber, straddling the coupling mechanism beneath, be pulled one way then the other by carriages moving in different directions. Fifteen travellers, with their luggage, occupied this unsteady space and, if that wasn't bad enough, ticket collectors, those making their way to the toilets as well as the lost and aimless, deemed it their right that all would make way for their ...
Satisfaction Seminar
Satisfaction SeminarProfessor Hannah Riley scanned the crowd as they milled into the auditorium, after a decade of teaching at the university she could spot a first-year pack in seconds. It was October so she knew that they’d been on campus for over a month but the evidence was still in their lost expressions, the backpacks full of paper, extra pens, and textbooks. She knew from teaching at all levels that by the time they hit the thiwww.onedoor.ccrd year their whole outlook would change. They’d saunter in with just a notebook or would record the lecture on their cell phone. Their expressions would have har...