Gift

My heart was pounding anxiously against my chest, I was sweating profusely although it was the winter. Quivering, shaking, I needed to calm myself down, or else screwing up would be premeditated. I stood singularly in front of her door, one hand holding the roll of paper that was a portrait of her that I […]

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A Portrait of A World

A routine for a decade, waking up, preparing breakfast for Mr. Landall, setting up the dining area for the morning, feeding the dog, and bringing the morning paper from the derelict mailbox which stood there even before I was here. I sauntered around the vicinity of the mansion. The weather was clear, but humid, summer was hitting sooner […]

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