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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, [...]
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 [...]
The Pond Test
Michael almost chopped the poor little thing in half with his shovel. This was the third time a toad showed up in the gravel pile Michael was spreading. He kept putting it in the garden, which meant there were multiple toads, or this was one determined little amphibian.
Toads. Put him in mind of frogs. [...]