Stories tagged “roof”
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Blackbird
He was one of many to first receive the apparatus. He had taken the full 18 months, but they told him that was good; it told them how to improve it for the next batch of maturing citizens. He needed a second round of treatment. They had not been satisf...
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Dinner and Wine
Danvers holds the bottle until he sees the woman and then puts it down as she approaches because he wants to free his hand she kisses him aggressively on the lips pressing him back against the rail at the edge of the roof and his elbow nudges the bottl...
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A car on my roof?
There’s a car parked on my roof. It’s technically a truck, a ’93 Chevy. Maroon, with several toolboxes stacked in the back. This truck showed up in the middle of the night, and I don’t know what to do. I can climb up there, sure...
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Egg drop
This was the worst day of his life. The other kids were excited, running around, pointing out the key features of their designs. One after another they all went up to the roof with Ms. Carruthers, and every time they loved it. But Billy could barely ma...
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Open the Window
If they could do it, why couldn’t he? Seething with jealousy, he would watch them soar through the sky. Every beat of their wings, every groundward swoop, every midair pirouette— they tugged at his soul. How was it fair that the birds, obli...
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A Million Delicious Little Pieces
Honestly, we’ve all done it. Because our lives are so busy, so fast and we have so little time for patience, we multi-task, multi-carry, and multi-function. If there’s such a thing. In her case its a mom turned chuffer, turned baby sitter for ...
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Painting the Roof
One fifteen in the afternoon of a hot July day, David scampered up the rickety old ladder carrying a six pack of Coors beer. His brother, Allen, was brushing on shamrock green paint over the old shake shingles, spied the beer, “I thought you were...
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End
I open my eyes and up above me I see the sky, plain and black. Silence is all around me, and no one is rushing to my side to help. Maybe I am already dead. I attempt to move, and with little pain I sit up. I look around me, thinking I am in heaven, to ...
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Desperation Procrastination
Colliding with the gravel-covered roof knocked the swear words out of my mouth as I formed them. Slamming into with the exhaust vent finished off what little sense I’d had to start with. Katy was supposed to be in Louisiana, visiting kin. As long...