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  Andrew could see Cheryl already sitting at a table when he came in. He checked his cell. Six-fifty-two. Cheryl appeared to have two glasses of wine on her table, and one was already empty. She was wearing a black and white long sleeved striped shirt and a beret. Andrew got his coat check stub and the MaĂźtre dâ escorted him to the table.    âI really appreciate you coming Cheryl. I appreciate this opportunity.â ...
  Margaret steadied herself on the ladder. She held on with one hand as the other was pressed against her white blouse trying to calm her heart against the height she had climbed. She lifted the same hand to run a finger along the heavy tomes stored up here. Coats of Arms. Heraldry. Gwynn-Jones. Emblems. Black, Farrel, Howells, Rowlands, Ward.    Margaret looked down. At the foot the rolling library ladder was a...
  Astra sat outside the cafĂ© with her feet on the bench, and with her knees up against her chest. Glen, Harold, and Leslie hung around like puppies for her attention. The driverless cars provided a summer breeze as they hummed by.    Glen sipped his drink straw and commented, âYou should go out with me.â    Astra shook her head, looking across the street towards the fountained park. âI only go for tall, th...
  Jimmy Toms walked into the gas station office carrying a ball peen hammer behind his back. He was six two and baby faced, with bad skin and glaring eyes.    Arnold pushed his belly away from the ledger on his cluttered desk and stood. His stubby hand held a little stubby pencil. He was happy for the break from his bookkeeping until he saw the young manâs eyes.    âIs this self-service?â Jimmy complained...
  âCutâ the first Assistant Director called.    âBreak for lunch.â The third Assistant Director announced. âWeâre in that warehouse. Doors are way down the west end.â    We were led by some seventh Assistant Director, Extraâs Wrangler, to the far end of a warehouse where catering had still not unloaded.    âWeâre locked out.â Another extra said yanking on the steel doors.    âI saw tech guys ...
   âThe building is closed.â Altenhafen announced from a dark reception desk lit only with a reading lamp.    Ginny approached in her uniform and placed her flashlight on the counter. âFinal Line Security.â    Altenhafen picked up the flashlight with his thumb and finger like it was a dead rat and handed it back to Ginny. âWhere is Karl Bhaur?â He asked.    âWeâre separated. The companyâs in my name....
  Marcus Tomlinson judged the house to be at least a hundred years old. It was not likely to have had yard work done in living memory. Carly Whitby unlocked the front door. Marcus observed the curves of her cheap rhinestoned, black dressed, figure.    She looked back and blushed at him. âIâm sorry, I meant to do this before our date but I had to get the kids back to my ex. Heâs a psycho creep, and a pain in my as...
  I met Janie in an off-campus dive bar. She was thirty-five looking twenty-seven in a short red dress. She thought I was twenty-seven. I was twenty.    âWhat are you studying?â She asked, not pretending to touch the drink I bought her.    âBusiness management.â I said. She didnât care. I told her, âI gotta get going. Got an exam tomorrow.â    She put a hand around my waist as I stood up and drew me...
  The Palace Hotel was the biggest house Big Jim had ever seen. Fancy carriages rolled by him and Big Jim paid no mind to the splashes of mud from them. He walked to the doors of the hotel and looked on the whitest whitewashed walls he had ever seen. The dark clouds were parting and the sun was coming out. He had arrived.   As he walked closer to the doors Big Jim held the reins of his horse wondering where he w...
To: < Izak Brian, COO - Line Answers Communication>   Hey, big guy, thanks for the drink yesterday. Sorry to hear about your wife. Sheâll probably get better soon. Sheâs looks better in your wallet photo, than the one on your desk.    Listen, I donât know if you saw, or if you know, but I saw Jon Sweet there at that Carlyâs Cafe. When we came in. He was putting on his coat. He was wobbling. Iâm p...
 Harrietâs only real sin is that she was late for church every Sunday. She always has an excuse. Her arthritis was acting up. The car wonât start. The cat got out again. Harrietâs friends were complaining that the hot days of summer were here again and the old church wasnât air conditioned. Lacking a budget to fix what they had, let alone buy new things, the ladies proposed to the Minister that services be pushed back a...
  Anita didnât know someone had left a diary on her desk. She sat down in her corner office on the fourteen floor of the Jamal Schaefer Building to slog through another workday. She shifted about in the stiffness of her suit. She powered on her computer. She downed a mini bottle of an energy drink. She sipped away the taste with a vanilla cream latte. She cleared that away with a swig from her bottled water. Her eyes wi...
  Isadore had drank too much wine. They had all drank too much wine. The cabin was spilling out light and laughter into the dark woods.    âSwim time!â Carly announced. And with that, she ran down to the sandy shore by the lake and started peeling her clothes off.    âWeâre getting our suits.â Erica said. Mary and Larissa agreed. They changed and joined Carly for a boozy frolic. They all chimed in for Isa...
  My older brother warned me that High School was all street gangs. If you were fifteen and you werenât in a street gang you got beat up by them, he said.     For most of my High School I lived in fear. I always got to school early so I didnât have to walk by the guys hanging out front before classes began. I sat at the back of every class and I didnât ask questions. I carried as many books as I could from class...
   Nancy was on her way to Redâs office only to find him buzzing open the front door to let in a man in a lumberjack shirt.    âJust leave it on my desk.â Red called as they passed Nancy.    Nancy turned to watch the man go by. As Red reached the warehouse doors the man looked back to look at her with his head a little down and a shy grin. Nancy gave him a crooked smile and the man was gone with Red. <...
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