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The first time we saw Buddy he was walking across the grave of one of our beloved cats, Harley, who had just passed away while we were on vacation. This was in August 2003. We knew right away he was a stray and very thin. He would shy away from any efforts to reach out to him. We placed food out for him and left. When we returned the food was gone and Buddy was sitting off in the distance. This ritual continued for about a week before we were able to be near him while he ate.
It’s one o’clock in the afternoon and I had spent most of the day moving the boxes from the van into the house we had just bought. The house was a small, sort of old-fashioned, but it was what we could afford. My roommate was supposed to be here helping me but instead she said something came up at work and she had to go. I looked into the van and there was one more box left; I walked over slowly and picked it even though my arms ached.“I can’t believ...
Submitted to Contest #30
Friday, March 6, 1992, “Jayd, I’m being arrested for murder.”My 30-year-old brother; in tears over the phone, made the distinct croak of a man who was experiencing irrepressible fear. I felt my stomach lurch in utter denial. As though my glass had been snatched from my hand, claret splashed over the kitchen floor as I scrambled to hold something to support my failing legs.“You’re what?”“The police will be at your place in 20 minutes. They want to talk to you.”Shock reverberated through my gibbe...
I clearly remember that day, as if it was just yesterday.So, I was walking alone in a not-so-crowded road. This happened a few years ago, and I was barely a fourteen-year-old then.When I reached a certain point on the road, my brain went a little dizzy, as it happens when you get a severe dĂ©jĂ vu.For those who do not know what DĂ©jĂ vu is, here’s theÂ
Submitted to Contest #27
The lady was sweating profusely. She was trying to wipe off her face but both her hands were engaged in dragging the big suitcase and the handkerchief in right hand had fell down somewhere. As soon as she had got down from the hired taxi, a swarm of coolies had surrounded her but she plainly refused-“Thank You bhaiyaji , I will manage.”The train was supposed to arrive at Platform 11 and covering every step seemed difficult. But she did not want to stop or leave the suitcase even for a second and ...
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