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Blood money and the small black notebook
That they should spend hours playing chess together would have come to no surprise for anyone who had followed the chess championships of the earlier part of the century, but for the sessions to continue between the German officer and the Jew were almost beyond belief. These two were not friends. Theirs was an understanding built out of respect for the game and an appreciation of the intelligence of the opponent.
A little black book speaks volumes
KJ thumbed through the little, black book on the desk in the opulent room. The view from the 15th floor of the 4-star hotel on the Magnificent Mile was fantastic. Between views of the Chicago River, bridges and the downtown hustle and bustle, it was a breath-taking sight. The room was as neat as when KJ checked in. Bed meticulously made, towels folded neatly, not a thing out of place save for the empty wrapper from the coffee cup and hazelnut-flavored, Keurig pod.
Kenya JayePublished 3 years ago in HumansLe Secret
I remember the shower running, it was late, I was exhausted from the move and I was trying to peel myself off the mattress that we had just thrown on the bedroom floor of our new house. “Babe, come get in here with me, you’ll sleep better after a hot shower!” Silently complaining I got up and tripped over a stack of books on the way to the bathroom, I didn’t pay it any attention I just proceeded to shower and get this day over with.
Sheila VicensPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Book of Names.
It’s always the same. Sitting here, waiting for my plane to board, I mentally check that I have everything on me. Phone, wallet, passport – check. I slip my hand into the inside pocket of my trench-coat, feeling the bulging envelope stacked with two hundred $100 bills. I sit back and close my eyes, breathing deeply. The airport is basically empty, I always fly the latest flight possible. I hate crowded places.
Jayde BrewPublished 3 years ago in HumansOf course
Every morning, Ashley Corta brushed her teeth, combed her eyebrows and painted her front door before driving to work. Some days it was burnt lavender or baked pumpkin, others it was cobalt blue or rich grapefruit; but she always returned after midnight, crossing the front porch of her single story Craftsman house and unlocking the door when everything was dark and colorless.
Faith LucasPublished 3 years ago in HumansAn Embossed Eternity
What’s that phrase? “Nothing worth having, comes easy”? Okay, sure. Maybe. Or, maybe, sometimes the best things happen when you are least expecting them.
Grace SantiPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Deep
The ocean scared Moira Hunt more than anything. Maybe it was the first nail in the coffin of her marriage when she refused to wade through the waves just off the coast of Hawaii even at her husband Dean’s insistence. Hiking and mountain-climbing she could do—gladly—but water in a great wide expanse? Give her a small heated pool any day.
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in HumansIs it written in the stars?
I was born on a Sunday, the last day of July, the middle of summer. According to the pages in the back of my mom’s magazines, that meant I was a Leo. Brave, outspoken, but stubborn.
Jenn O'neilPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Last Gate
Day 1 I’m so stupid! How could I leave my sketchbook at the park! I search my bag again, dumping everything on the table. It’s not here. My eyes well up again.
Angry Goddess ProductionsPublished 3 years ago in HumansMr. Mayor
When I think back to my first day as a Property Manager, I can't help but cackle at how naïve I was. My new boss had told me to jump into the deep end with my goggles on and hope that I could keep my head above the water. Reassuring, right? She wasn't kidding though. I almost didn't survive the first week.
Ryan LiljegrenPublished 3 years ago in HumansShe Blooms
“How about a movie?” I ask scrolling through the options already knowing that I’ll end up watching by myself. My thumb hits the button harder each time it might break the remote any moment. “Can’t doll, big meeting in the morning.” The peck on the cheek is the last I see of Ethan before he turns over, flicks off the bedside light and “Today’s Success” Podcast begins.
Christine KlattPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Final Six
The metal buckle reflected the hazy and dusty light of Main Street, faintly flashing and flickering beneath the bustling ferns in Lippman Plaza. Without thinking, Min-Ji reaches her arm deep into the plant, digging her nails into dirt until she wraps her fingers around a cold and stiff strap, pulling out a partially buried black leather duffle-bag. Her heart thumping against her chest, she quickly decides to sling the bag across her shoulder before running to catch her bus. On the groaning bus, her fingers graze the dirt-scattered leather of the bag resting on her lap while she watches the sky descend into the royal blue and blood orange colors of the evening.