Once upon a time, a gang of dark horse Bronze Age thugs huddled in the belly of a hulking hobby horse, tricking their Trojan enemies into accepting a monstrous gift.
We had been digging with our hands, trying to free our trapped family members from beneath the collapsed building. But, finally, it seemed, help had arrived. We all cheered. I jumped to my feet, despair transformed into hope, as pickup trucks and limos came into view…
But now, after fourteen years of writing plant care articles ad nauseum, she was ready to resign and return to some menial retail job or something, even if it meant she’d struggle financially.
Mrs. and Mr. Goode were dentists and rarely home. They’d try to compensate the kids by giving them everything they asked for. That is how the kids got a cat. Being spoiled as they were, the children expected the cat to obey their every word and when their parents were around, the two little angels were nothing but good…
I decided as my New Year’s resolution that I would both no longer be taken advantage of and I would collect money for our local Food Bank. I’ve been doing both.
Lydie walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the lazy snowfall. She felt as if she were in a snow globe. How pretty it was with Christmas lights up around the city. Her boots clacked on the sidewalk as she made her way home. It had been a rough day trying to get everything in under the deadline. She wondered why her coworkers panicked when they knew this day would come. But, as usual, they got the newspaper finished under the wire.
“My gentleman, this woman fancies herself an explorer of new worlds – how amusing!” A deep, low humming and grumbling of men dressed in fine waistcoats and alabaster shirts echoed through the room.