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The sound of the surf
Emma lay on her bed staring at the numbers on the ceiling. She had one of those fancy alarm clocks that project the time in big red numbers. As a shift work nurse, even rolling over and opening her eyes to look at the bedside clock was a waste of precious sleeping moments. This way, [...]
Hitting the wall
Dorothy looked around at her office. Big mahogany desk. Carefully chosen tasteful artwork. Solid bookcases filled with tomes on how to climb the corporate ladder. It all used to give her a sense of satisfaction and power. A feeling of calm and control.
But not today.
Actually, if she was being honest with herself, she hadn’t felt [...]
Conversations
Dorothy sat at her dad’s kitchen table with a stack of bills in front of her. She was trying to make sense of them, but there was no rhyme nor reason to what was paid and what wasn’t. As a matter of fact, a couple of them were overpaid.
The first task was to get the [...]
The agenda
Dorothy sat at her kitchen table staring blankly at her open agenda.
It was 5 a.m., Saturday morning. She started every day at 5 a.m.; no sleeping in on weekends. She always had far too much to do to waste any daylight hours.
Only this morning, despite the fact that she was on her second cup of [...]