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one-six:four-nineThe room has eighty-eight flame-retardant ceiling tiles and fifteen lamps—one light for every five-point-eight-six-seven tiles. They don't line up neatly because of how the nurses' station bisects the room. There are also wire-frame benches, a busted clock, and a man-sized coffee machine.The nurse behind the counter could only tell me to expect a long wait, perhaps until morning. He suggested I go home for a shower and sleep, they'd call if anything changed. I ignored him...
“I will not wait a minute after 6 pm. Not a minute, you hear me?” said the woman on the phone.“You won’t have to. I will be on time, if not before,” Mark replied while shuffling through the files on his desk.“Like the time you were on my birthday? Or your birthday?”“Okay okay, easy with the sarcasm. See you at 6. Love you,” he said before hanging up the phone. His focus was turned back to the computer he was working on. Mark finished his work an hour early to have e...
You sigh, not for the first time in the last hour.
Your eyes sting from all the tears you’ve cried today. You can’t comprehend why your life has to be this complicated.
Your father always said that if you did good things, good things come back to you. Well, wasn’t that exactly what you were doing?
You work hard on your school and club activities, and your test results weren’t too bad either.
July 13th, 1990The day was young, and the house was cold, even though it was summer. Kristy woke up first, like always. Halley was fast asleep, like always. The time always weaved slowly, when she was asleep, like an hourglass doing acrobatics as it waits to fall through the endless void that is the bottom. The end was just the beginning of the end. At least, that is what Halley Jones liked to believe, but she was cursed with the horrid quality of being an optimist. Kristy folded Halley's clothes. She always did this. Th...
No sooner had Miss Hartigan turned to write the lesson on the chalkboard, than the boy dashed through the open door. He hid in the ragged hawthorn bush—prickles and all—panting, waiting, listening. The teacher continued the lesson and he knew he was free.He‘d never been in town during school hours but he’d imagined it as a veritable showground of adult activity: men and women leaning on railings, drinking and laughing, enjoying the freedom that having their kids in school afforded them. So, when he rounded the bend of the track tha...
The moon glowed with red tendrils of soupy light. Wind purred as it slunk around their feet and shyly tousled the flaps of their jackets. The two tall figures sat on a park bench in the midst of a forest trail, alone in the cackling din of the ravens nesting in the oak and maple trees.
“How much longer, Elize?” The younger whispered to his companion. His voice was hoarse and papery, like something had crushe...
Mr. Appleton always jokes about me being late to the barbershop, but that’s nothing compared to how many deferred appointments I sat through before I got my strawberry sodas. I think I like those words, ‘deferred appointments.’ They sound so official and medical-like, and they can turn this story into anything you want. A sad story or a laughter story? You could call it both, if you want. I suppose you’ll decide by the end.Maybe seven is an extravagant number, as fanciful as those ribbons Miss Rose is selling in her window. Now, th...
She could have done the process online, but leaving a digital trail was something she did not want to put to chance. The idea behind the whole thing was to be discreet about discovering the truth. Of course, it was a major contradiction of sorts that she had employed lies in her bid for answers, but ‘the end justifies the means’. This was her silent mantra for the past three days while she waited for the call back letting her know that the results were ready.It’s not an easy thing to recover from a traumatic exp...
I woke up suddenly. The nap I had was not the refreshing kind; it's the kind that makes me wish I didn't sleep on the porch steps of my childhood home. It was dark and I can hear the crickets chirping from beyond the trees beside our house. After a while, I contemplated whether I should go inside or not. The house was dark and forbidding. I can feel an ominous presence lurking from within. I closed my eyes and replayed the earlier events of the day in my mind, back to the time when I was speaking exasperatedly with my mother on the phone....
Dear Lord, up there above, if you’re listening. Please give him strength and power and everything you can. Please let me take him home tonight.
“What’re you in for?” The man beside me murmured. We were the only two left, standing in the otherwise empty police station. I sat in my chair, hands clasped to my chest to keep it from shaking with worry. I knew my face was still, perhaps looking even expressionless, bu...
He arrives at the bench early, sitting about six inches to the left of the sun shade line. He measures his wait by how many times he has to scoot further to the left before his departure. He did not need to come out as early as he did. He knew it only increased the uneasy feeling that flowed through his belly, but the longer he remained close to the bathroom, the more he wanted to throw up.
He had done hi...
Time is a fleeting concept, it never waits for anyone, your person or issues doesn't concern it, it fulfills it's only mission which is to move and push the world to it's end. She had read on a website the various type of people who were wrapped in the veil called time, it had stated that they were humans who keep on pursuing time despite failing numerously, there were those who tire out and decide to accept their present destination as their final stop and they were the lucky ones, those who always had time by their side, they didn't hav...
He arrived on the platform with time to spare, patting his pocket to make sure that the little box was still there. As he climbed aboard the train and made his way to a vacant seat, his mind returned to the heady moment when he’d decided to ask Violet to marry him. He’d felt giddy enough to want to blurt out his secret there and then, but a proposal needed to be perfect and so he’d resolved to do things properly: buy a ...
The nights are quite chilly this time of the year. It signals the start of another long Winter. Soft misty drops soak into the visitors’ coats, as they ascend the stairs. The house, indeed to be admired even in this weather, looks majestic. More and more people arrive, each one equally surprised by the intensity of the chill.
I have arrived with John. We have been dating for eight months, and I decided to...
“You’re a star.”
“I’m not a star.”
“Of course you are. Those red snakeskin boots say it all.”
The kid ignored the older man sitting across from him. He shuffled through the magazines on the waiting room table. Us. Cosmopolitan. Family Circle.
“You here for test results?” The man watched the kid roll his eyes. He rummaged through the worn monthlies on the table. “They never have anything good. ...
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