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by CC
Leon stood by the window, lost in thought. He hadn’t seen zebras pulling a carriage since he left Tasmania 30 years ago. He shook his head at the flood of unsought memories: Jillian as a young woman, snapping the reins smartly against the striped flanks of the silly beasts. Jillian, hair shining in the sun, turning to smile at her parents as they passed the stands. Then, the horror… Leon left the window and went to the small cabinet by the radio where he kept the bottle of Absinthe. The green fire helped when the memories came. He swallowed quickly, then put on his hat and left the apartment. Outside, the zebras trotted past, behaving for all the world like ordinary carriage horses. He shook his head but the memories remained. Would they never be gone? As the carriage passed, a young woman with flowered cap looked down at him with a sweet smile. Leon turned away.
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“I Can’t Sleep! There’s too much Noise.
Roxy could not believe his work schedule at the restaurant his mistress ran—and he really couldn’t believe that she demanded such service from him. He was sure there must be a labor law about it, but since he couldn’t read there was no way to verify that hunch. Here he was, day after day, ferrying the dirty dishes from the tables to the kitchen, carrying them precariously balanced on his nose, and the worst part of it was that the customers would slop some of the food over when they placed them on his nose. After a day of that, he was covered with muck. Yuck! But, Roxy was a very obedient dog, as most dogs are, so he kept at it without complaining. But at night, when he was totally exhausted and wanted nothing more than to get some solid shut-eye, the traffic on the street was terrible! You see, Roxy’s owner lived over the restaurant and this was in a very busy part of town—even if it was south of the tracks. Roxy would roll this way and that, cover his head with the blankets his mistress provided him with, but nothing helped. “I can’t sleep! There’s too much noise,” he kept saying to her, but of course she was a dumb human and couldn’t speak dog. So, there was nothing to do but endure it. Someday, he kept saying to himself, I am going to run away. Yes, I’ll run away and find a simple, ordinary boy; then all I will have to do is play ball. To Roxy, that was as good as it gets.
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by BG
She could not believe she had been paired up with him. Not being a terribly good bowler, she just knew they would have no chance to win the little competition arranged by the publicity team working on their current promotion for the release of her movie in Australia. Oh well, she would make the best of it. She turned to him, made a little grimace, and said "All you need to do is get the ball rolling straight down the center of the alley. Try and aim for the first pin in the line up sitting right in the middle of the group. If you hit the first one, usually a whole bunch of them will go down and we'll get lots of points. If we get lots of points, we'll win." He looked up at her and shook his head. "Don't patronize me young lady," he barked at her. He threw his first shot. It was a strike. He turned and informed her, "We will win as a matter of fact you will have trouble keeping up with me. I have never bowled less than a 300 game in all my years of professional bowling."
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She could hardly climb to the top of the stairs
by PV
After the storm it was deadly quiet, the whine of the wind no longer scoured her eardrums. Hell, the cat was even purring on top of the sea chest in the shambles of the galley. The porholes all looked like they have been hammered endlessly by the devil's insane carpenter - now they looked like sharp teeth in gaping mouths. It was time to pick herself up and reacquaint herself with the outside world. She was glad she had locked herself in the biffy to escape Jared's hysteria and litany of blames - his voice had vanished once he reached the deck. It had been smothered by the screaming as if thee were a convocation of harpies out there. Inch by inch she wriggled through the wreckage. She could hardly climb to the top of the stairs, could she - seeing the gull on boat's edge and the old harbor boardwalks was a pleasant surprise, a testimony to the walks desire to show the storm that the boardwalk had unquestionable strength - so to, did she - it was a quiet beginning for her.
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