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Wandering Graduate

I'd just had too much to drink. We always covered for each other when this happened. It was easy to do, I mean, when you showed up in a bar in uniform...you were a pilot. People bought you drinks. I can clearly remember the one I should have said no to.

I called John at 5:38am to take my flight. He was on a layover and the return would have gotten him back in time for his scheduled flight. We'd done this so many times, so many times.

I was laying in bed when I felt John shaking me awake. I could see him, but it wasn't him. He was trying to tell me something. God, I was still drunk, and he kept repeating it. I had to tell someone something, it was important.

When I woke up and saw the news. I saw that I killed my friend. I had to figure out what his message was. I had to.

The Envelope

Sarah quickly grabbed the tea towel off the table and tossed it onto the spilled tea before she walked tentatively towards the door. She pulled the curtain on the left side of the front door to the side and no one was there.

Turning the lock, she closed her eyes and breathed out deeply...a meditation she'd learned to do in times of fear. Pulling the door open, she was relieved that the no one she was expecting was a no one.

As she began to push the door to she looked down at the welcome mat and there was a package. It was the size of the pen case she received on graduation. She quickly picked it up and closed and locked the door.

Walking away from the door, she pulled open the lid on the box. A knife she thought at first, realizing quickly that it was a letter opener. There was a large Citrine in the center of the handle. Her favorite stone. Her mother's favorite stone. It gleemed sliver. She reached to pick it up as the first tone of midnight began to chime.

What to Wear When Meeting a Kennedy

"Jim, we have dinner with the Robertson's tonight." Kate calls through the bathroom door as her husband shaves, "you said you could make it when I accepted the invitation."

"If I said I will be there, I will be there." Kate can hear him angrily swishing his razor in the sink of water.


Trying Again

as Monica rode to the police station she could not help but reflect on the events of the day. She had Shot a man, her Ex husband tried to kill her and run away with her sister, and her sister was dead.

when they arrived at the police station monica was escorted to a small interagation room.

"now before you say anything i need to tell you you have the right to a lawyer." said one police officer.

a lawyer for what, she was thinking what had Zac told them in the short amount of time since the shooting.

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