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I Told You! Suvi Mahonen

Jake wanted his dad to be proud of him.     He knew his dad was interested in wars.     'Why?' Jake wanted to know.     'Wars shape the world,' his dad said. 'If you have a knowledge of past wars, you can better understand current politics.'     Jake didn't really know what his dad meant.     'I get it,' he said.     'Clever boy.' His dad smiled and ruffled his hair.     Jake felt six feet tall. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti…

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The Room. Melissa Checker

It begins around the time of Sukkoth. Brisk, clear autumn has already pushed aside summer's languid, pale afternoons. Leaves blow across the courtyard and phantom smells of wood burning hover in between the buildings and stick in the tiny patches of grass around sidewalk trees. In the studio apartment on the seventh floor of Building M, windows are cracked to let a rush of chilly air chase away the smell of fresh paint. Until late morning, sun reflects off the river and bombards the room's eastern window, bouncing…

Blind. Ann Fischer

My husband Christopher was once a financial planner. Even though he couldn't balance our budget, his clients trusted him implicitly and he made them feel secure. In exchange they paid him very well. We had a nice life then, except for the occasional blip on the radar screen of our relationship - nothing that couldn't be solved with a few soft words or a trip to the bedroom. Usually little tiffs about money. My yoga studio was just starting to make a profit, and I had recently decorated it in a lovely minimalist…

Watching You. Allison Meldrum

He watched her leave, knowing that she only pulled the latch behind her. He had at least two hours before she would be back home. He needed one last souvenir, and he knew exactly where to find it.     ----     It was the kind of day that Scots never take for granted, even in July. Inverleith Park was bathed in warm sunlight by 10 am and it looked like half of Edinburgh had come out to soak it up. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti…

The Furnished Room. O. Henry

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Ducklings. Aliya Whiteley

A dirty cardboard box was standing next to the Aga. Sam dumped his rucksack on the floorboards and peered inside.     He jerked backwards from the earthy smell. He looked again, and the seven yellow balls of fluff inside the box turned their beaks to him and demanded attention. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал     'Vi!' he shouted. She sauntered through the back door and threw her coat over the empty umbrella…

Cusp. Christopher Whitby

'Consider this. Just suppose I am living in time in the opposite direction to you.'     That one caught us off guard.     'Concentrate now,' she continued. 'For you, the past is yesterday, which you remember. Your future is tomorrow, which you may have planned but you cannot see what it's really going to bring. But I am passing through time the other way. Moreover, I am blessed with excellent foresight about what is going to happen in what you already know as the past, although sometimes my divinatory powers…

Old Timer. Mike Krath

She was a recluse - and an ugly one at that - but in her heyday she was a star. A glamour queen. No one missed her films. She was in every column. She couldn't walk the streets without being mauled by autograph hungry hounds. There she was - Lana Lawn - Queen of the silents. Marvelous, absolutely marvelous. Until the movies began to speak and she faded quickly into obscurity - but not until she paid hefty money to create a well-known studio to take advantage of those who could talk and talk well. Lana Lawn…

Her smile was perfect. Mike McLaughlin

Dolan's first weeks as a correspondent hit him hard. Not the work, but the weirdness of it all. He kept thinking it was scripted somehow as if Vietnam in '72 was written for him as a parade of absurdities Rod Serling would love. Flashing him back to ironic situations he'd seen throughout his life. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал     The best, he supposed, was the one about the plumber. Working late in a fire…