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A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Ten Since having learned that Eliisa Nurmi lived just two houses down from me, with only Luce and her mom in between, I had been thinking of how I could get her to talk to me. The news continuously warned of more and more Coronavirus cases, and really put a damper on my ability to set up a seemingly random event where I could run into her, so it was time to get creative. Luce and I had talked about how Eliisa, like me, was relatively new to town and very new to the Library Board. We devised a plan that used that angle to get her talking after that, we would have to play it by ear.
By Erin Lorandos5 days ago in Fiction
The Clitoral Myth
“Welcome everyone, have a seat, have a seat. This is Introduction to Women’s Studies, if you are here for any other class you are in the wrong room. I am,” the professor paused and picked up a piece of chalk. He turned his back to the class and wrote his name in big block letters across the chalkboard.
By Amos Glade5 days ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Seven Luce and I had gotten back to Elsewhere pretty late the night before, so I had done nothing but fall into my bed and immediately go to sleep when we finally got home. In the morning, when my alarm went off, I got ready quickly, opting for a quick messy bun in my hair, my tinted moisturizer and a rich colored lip gloss. Then, I headed to the library a bit early. I hoped that if I could poke around a bit before everyone else got there, it would shake that feeling I’d had the last time - that I was going to get caught doing something I should not be doing.
By Erin Lorandos5 days ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Six Watching the clock slowly tick closer to 4:00 pm made me feel like I was back in elementary school, eagerly awaiting the last bell of the day to ring. At 3:55, I gathered my things and powered down my computer. I stole a glance at Irene’s closed office door. An urge to go in overtook me, and I gave in, opening the door with my spare key. As I pushed open the door, a sudden wave of guilt passed over me. Don’t be silly, I chided myself. There was absolutely no reason I shouldn’t be in Irene’s office. Glancing over the surfaces of her desk and filing cabinet, I saw that little had been disturbed since the previous day. Again, that made sense - who else would have been in here? The police clearly had not deemed any of the papers strewn across her desk to be of interest in the case. But, as I looked them over, I saw that the genealogical research I had seen the other day was all still there. I glanced over my shoulder quickly before making the split second decision to take the papers. I needed to be able to cross reference them with the letter I had found, and I needed to do that in the privacy of my home, lest someone see what I was doing and think I was trying to cover something up. I quickly grabbed an unused manilla folder from the box on the top of Irene’s filling cabinet and hurriedly gathered the papers, jamming them in my tote bag.
By Erin Lorandos5 days ago in Fiction
"What We Leave for Each Other”
They did not speak anymore, but every morning the porch between their doors was used. By seven, one of them would place something there—a mug, a folded note, a piece of fruit set carefully on a napkin. Nothing was announced. Nothing was explained. The object was never the same twice, but it always appeared in the same place, aligned with the seam between the boards as if that line still mattered.
By Jeannie Dawn Coffman5 days ago in Fiction
The Last Chair
Every evening, after the house goes quiet, I return the chairs to their places. It doesn’t matter how late the session ends, or whether the power’s been out, or whether my body has already started bargaining with sleep. The chairs must go back. Two of them, mostly. Sometimes three. Occasionally more, depending on the day and the stories it brought with it.
By Teena Quinn 5 days ago in Fiction
The Reigning Champ
With every drop of savings in his account, Renlo Corrington purchased a first class ticket from Wilmington, Delaware. He clutched in his hand his mobile device which he only found the window in which to use it enticing. He reclined, his sixteen-year-old legs stretched out before him. Flight attendants offered him champagne and spirits and then their glare changed. They noticed he had been lanky but that baby face spelled the fact that he would not imbibe.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
What Easter Really Means
What Easter Really Means Easter is one of the most important holidays in Christianity, observed by millions of people around the world. It celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ, which Christians believe occurred three days after his crucifixion. This event is the cornerstone of the Christian faith, representing hope, renewal, and the promise of eternal life. For believers, Easter is a time to reflect on the significance of Jesus’ life, his sacrifice, and the victory over death that his resurrection represents.
By Marie381Uk 5 days ago in Fiction
