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Stacey glides her fingers through Joe’s hair, as she walks by his work area. He playfully bats her fingers away but he likes the tingling he feels in his spine from her light touch.
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Office Romance
slice of life
Denied
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Too many debts owed
Credit score six hundred ten
Sorry, Mr. Smith.
Oops Brief: Aggressive Lint
On the 4th floor in Suite 404, Felicity is suited to present her first presentation on fine footwear to the Board. Her watch tells her she has a minute to inventory herself: video remote control in her hand – check; laser pointer in her suit jacket pocket – check; a cheat sheet for Q&A later – check. She glances down at her shoes and is alarmed to see the amount of lint clinging to her trouser socks.
Refugee
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Fleeing from danger,
The bird flew into a den
A fox was waiting
My Calling
Fresh buttered pillows
Wafts of warm rolls calling me
My role is to eat
A New Day
The global apocalypse started at noon E.S.T., but no one knows for sure who initiated it. It doesn’t matter, the damage is done. Those unlucky enough to live another day have energy sufficient only to look for shelter, food, and loved ones. Many wail for their losses. Some mute from shock. Others eventually drift off to unconsciousness for lack of will to go on without their familiar conveniences.
The total death toll increases every second as the tally continues to rise each day. Chaos rules the majority. Order is obliterated from daily practice as the world is now as foreign and uninhabitable as the whole planet of Saturn. Many years will have to pass until the waters run clear from blood, gore, and residue from the bombings.
Nothing is pure or unscathed. No one from heaven or hell has come to rescue either the good or the evil. All surviving people are now finally equal but in a most unpleasant way. Their only legacy is another fresh day of suffering.
©2016 Karina Pinella
6 Days before Christmas
(A Christmas Tale Countdown series, Part 8; see Part 7)
Silas marked the day in his daily journal as halfway through this wretched plan. He had slept fitfully and woken up early. His only thought was of how he missed Elizabeth’s laugh and their repartee. He was utterly besotted with her. His appetite had also been weak of late. He decided to sketch to distract himself. After some time had passed, he realized again how deeply enamored he was with Elizabeth. The sketch before him were of three pairs of swans, inspired by thoughts of Elizabeth’s own long, slender neck. Each pair formed a heart. Above the column of the six swans was a lone swan twisted into a heart shape.
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7 Days before Christmas
(A Christmas Tale Countdown series, Part 7; see Part 6)
“Good lord, I feel more exasperation than longing,” Ebenezer thought as he walked through the market, looking for a present for Elizabeth. He heard a man calling out, “Geese for sale. Buy a lot of six for the price of three. Ready for laying. Geese for sale!”
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8 Days before Christmas
(A Christmas Tale Countdown series, Part 6; see Part 5)
Silas woke up feeling depressed over not having seen Elizabeth for the last three days. He thought he would give her something different for a change. She might be tiring of eating so much fowl. He didn’t want to fatten her up either. Still, he wanted her to think of him. He was glad he was able to write the poem before the rules were made. Surely, she would gather the words sounded like him. He had recited poetry he had written to her quite a few times before. He sighed and went to the market to look for what might catch his eyes.
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9 Days before Christmas
(A Christmas Tale Countdown series, Part 5; see Part 4)
“Aunt Maisey, I hope you don’t mind if I take a few more birds,” Ebenezer said to his aunt. They were in the drawing-room finishing their tea.
“Oh?” she said, somewhat taken by surprise. Not wishing to appear miffed, she suggested they go to the music room to see what she can find for him.
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