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A Court Card for Courtship?
The best thing to happen to secret unaddressed unsigned messages since telephone booths was little free libraries, thought Mrs. Pietre with a nod of satisfaction as she stuffed the one in her front yard with a few more books on macrame carefully selected from the stage two hoard of books in her English basement. It was quarter of noon and the neighborhood dogwalker Madison would be by any moment. There were many dog walkers in Capitol Hill but Madison stopped by Mrs. Pietre's little free library five days a week. And with her long red hair and supernaturally sea green eyes, she made a striking visual impression on the memory.
By Louise Maness6 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House 14
Soon after settling into our apartment I found another obstetrician. John demanded that the doctor be female, and that I inform the secretary when making my appointment that I did not want to have a pelvic exam or undress to put on a gown. John made sure that he attended all of my appointments to ensure nothing happened that he didn’t approve of. After all, I had disobeyed while seeing my previous doctor. My first appointment began as expected. I answered basic questions, and updated the nurse about how I was feeling. She innocently pulled a gown from the cabinet, and placed it on the exam table. John’s eyes widened. I could see the muscles of his jaw tighten. I sheepishly told the nurse that I didn’t want to have any physical exams done. She looked at me strangely. She left the room to consult the doctor about what was normally done at this stage of my pregnancy. The door closed behind her.
By Kathy Sees6 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House 13
Each morning of the work week I got out of bed at the same time as John. I made him a lunch, and said goodbye for the day. The rest of my day was also fairly routine. Everything staying at home with my two year old daughter required. I read her stories, made and cleaned up her meals, and played with her toys. Some days we walked back and forth down to the laundry room that was down the hall. I made the chore easier by stacking the laundry baskets and soap in a stroller. Jessica wanting to be carried down the long hallway added the difficulty right back on. If the weather was nice we would walk to the nearby park, where the swings Jessica’s favorite thing to do. Part of my routine also included attempting to make sure that our evening remained uneventful. I tried to make sure that dinner would be ready on time. I straightened up the living room, tossing toys that weren’t being played with into Jessica’s bedroom. I played music that would put him in a good mood as he got home. I made sure that I greeted him as soon as he walked through the door. There was no specific predictor of how each night might play out. It was all a game of chance. Simply existing was risky.
By Kathy Sees6 years ago in Humans
Puppy love
An ear-splitting scream echoed down the empty village street. Ella paused midway to unlocking her car boot and looked, with consternation, in the direction of the sound. A middle-aged woman lay spread-eagled on the ground. Her dyed blonde hair, piled high on top of her botoxed face, was skew-whiffed at a precarious angle; her eyebrows, permanently arched in total surprise, had risen to even greater heights on her heavily made-up face.
By Blythe Rosetta6 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House 12
Before the school year was over, John’s father needed him in Ohio to work with him full time. This was going to make it even more difficult for him to travel back and forth between Virginia and Ohio. John convinced me that it would be much more convenient for us to move back to Ohio. Him working full time would pay more than I made teaching, and I was going to be on maternity leave as the next school year began. John told me that I was to resign from my teaching job as soon as possible. Besides simply stating the real reason, he wanted me to say that teaching while pregnant was becoming too difficult. It must have never crossed his mind the inconvenience my leaving meant for the other teachers or the loss for the students. I set up separate meetings with the principals of each building. Three times, I had to explain why I needed to immediately leave my position. I felt more ridiculous each time I said it, especially since I was only five months pregnant. From behind their desks, they stared at me dumbfounded. I would have much rather finished the school year, but I had no choice but to continue with my fabricated excuses until each principal gave in.
By Kathy Sees6 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House 11.5
My first teaching experiences are tainted with the horrifying memories of escalating physical violence and emotional abuse. I can clearly picture each of my classrooms. The faces of a few charismatic students stay with me. I still know the simple songs that I taught them by heart. It is astounding to me that I was able to focus on teaching as my situation at home got steadily worse. The short time I spent in Virginia began years of survival that I didn’t see ending.
By Kathy Sees6 years ago in Humans
Maybe I Should Never Get My License
The first time my younger cousin talked to me since Christmas was to tell me she had passed her driving test fresh after her sixteenth birthday; I automatically read “Looks like I beat you!” as “Hey Wendy, you suck.”
By Molly Mac6 years ago in Humans
Singles in Pottstown Prefer Matchmakers Over Online Dating
While the stigma associated with using online dating sites is now gone, it doesn’t mean that is the best option available for singles in Pottstown who are looking for love. It’s not secret that we are living in a world where everything is done online so its no surprising that dating and finding love would migrate to online dating platforms. However, finding love online can be extremely difficult and time consuming.
By TrendingModels6 years ago in Humans
The Department Store Girl
One hand tumbled the lighter on the arm of the chair while the intermittent buzz of the neon sign just outside my window weighed heavy on my heart.
By Dave Luno6 years ago in Humans
Non-Sliding Doors
The storage container building was not designed for comfort; it was barely designed at all. A mid-security facility for forgotten armchairs and TV cabinets; an array of identical beach boxes greyed out with a blurgh coloured marker, migrated from the sand to the middle suburbs of Wantirna. All designed to echo, to confuse, to swing thoughts feverishly back around and around on themselves until you’re lost on level two somewhere, waiting for someone to use the elevator so at least you can follow the sound of it. The shiny concrete lends itself to nothing except bad ankle support even in sneakers, and reflect your discomfort with stuff: objects that don’t factor into your current life enough to live in your house.
By Kat Hayes6 years ago in Humans
Empty Stool At The Bar
We were at breakfast, sitting at a small two-seat table on opposite sides in a little coffee shop near our hotel in Charleston. We had arrived the night before and, for the first time in a long time, had gone directly to bed. We had been burning the candle at both ends for weeks and had been knocking out job after job. I guess we were tired.
By Adam Bryan6 years ago in Humans
Mr. Avalon
I met a mysterious, tall, dark, gorgeous man purely by chance. One night out on the town with my gal pal, a man caught my friend's eye sitting in a classic 1987 black Carrera Porsche. He stared at me, rolled down his window, then my friend yelled out, “Hi!” He replied “Hey” then she said to me, “ask for his number,” I drunkenly yelled out, “what’s your number?” After a few flirtatious texts for a couple of weeks, we decided to meet up at the iconic fountain at Central Park. He approached me with such grace and two coffees in his hands as well as a small black notebook sticking out of his back pocket. “I normally don’t ask for random guys numbers that I didn’t even truly meet, let alone not step out of the car, by the way. Although, I don’t regret it,” I said. Then he said, “Don’t worry, you won't regret meeting me.”
By Anya Britto6 years ago in Humans