literature
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A Grandmother's Hopes
As the funeral car pulled away, Jack couldn’t help but think of his inheritance. “Wonder how much the old woman has left me” he muttered to himself. The thing you need to know about Jack is that he was a selfish soul with very little regard for those around him, especially his Grandmother who was now being whisked away in a box to be put in the ground. He had no time for her you see. He would always be too busy to take her shopping or sit with her to have a cup of tea. And now, it was too late for any of this but he didn’t seem to mind. He went about his day with the thought of how much inheritance at the forefront of his mind.
By Faye Smith5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
The blaring of her alarm awakened Eva Banks with a start. Even after 8 hours of sleep, she was still bone weary. It was Saturday, her day to volunteer at the senior center, but all she wanted to do was stay in bed, wrapped in the cocoon of her thin but comfortable blanket. "Oh well," she thought. "A promise is a promise, and after all I've been through, I can't simply break the one I made when I signed up for this." She reluctantly got up, took a shower, got dressed, then steeled herself for the mile long walk to the center. Leaving her shabby apartment, she quickly glanced up and down the street, checking the weather, but also looking for any sign of HIM. Seeing none, she sighed with relief, then started her long walk. As she walked, she thought about her life, and all of the things which had happened to bring he to this place and time. She knew she shouldn't think about those things, because she was desperately trying to begin a new life, one devoid of fear, heartbreak and loss. So intent was she with her musings, she abruptly found herself stumbling over something lying on the sidewalk. Coming back into the moment with a jolt, she looked down at the thing which almost sent her sprawling, and saw that it was a book. A little black book, to be exact. She picked it up and opened it, thinking that it might be a novel she could read on those nights when she couldn't sleep at all. But all she saw on those slightly yellow and worn pages were letters and symbols which to her seemed to be some kind of foreign language or codes. Not being able to figure it out, and already running late for her duties at the center, she put the book into her purse, and promptly forgot about it.
By Diana R Dukes5 years ago in Families
DECEASED DAUGHTERS YORKIE
God, I hated this little dog from the moment my daughter said "THAT ONE DADDY" at the pound. Laughing to myself, I began thinking, now I have to sit for two hours signing paperwork for this little shit who's going to be barking at everything. You know the saying though, "what ever baby girl wants, she gets.”
By ShareefAllmanTV25 years ago in Families
The little black book in the mausoleum
Anna pulled into the McDonald's drive-through. The staff knew her by name and usually had her order waiting. One day I should surprise them, order something else, she thought. Oh who are you kidding, Anna, you're as likely to do that as stick up to your witch of a boss at work. If only she had made a similar impact on the staff at The Area News in Griffith. Sadly the staff at the newspaper she had recently become editor of neither respected or liked her. Anna blamed herself. She had made the mistake of coming in as the new boss with the aim of making friends. She also was of the belief that the editor was in charge of what was printed in the paper, not the office manager - Tracy - who had taken this on as her call.
By Monique Patterson5 years ago in Families
Whispers of Cloves
“Phara, why can’t you be normal? Like everyone else?” What did that even mean? I’d usually press for clarification when faced with such statements. But not now. Not anymore. The responses never seemed satisfying. If anything, they left me even more confused about who I am and who I am meant to be?
By Pascale Joseph5 years ago in Families
How To Be Invisible
Naomi tapped on Bertie’s bobble hat. “Look Bertie...” she said, pointing to a little black book under her arm. The young boy squinted, trying to make out the silver letters against the black fabric. “What is it?” He couldn’t tell what it meant, but he had a feeling that something good was going to happen. His elder sister never smiled unless she was getting something.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Families
Closure of Broken Chains
Looking over my small crew of about twenty, they have followed my lead as I began the gang after dropping out of high school a year back. School wasn’t for me as I never learned anything. It was all gibberish to me...there was a time when I loved to learn, but those days have passed.
By Gregory Fahrenbruck5 years ago in Families
An Egyptian Find
I can't believe you! You're such a hypocrite! These words resounded in Brent's mind as sipped his morning coffee and began to scroll through the emails on his phone. They were the words that his son had shouted at him during the last weekend that they had spent together. Brent knew that he and his ex-wife would soon need to meet and talk concerning their son, and how to approach this sudden negative attitude that he had adopted towards... everything.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Families
