Then there was a knock on the door and an enormous man came in with a frightened look on his face. He was wearing a black jacket, accompanied by the pants and the shoes of the same color. That Michelle didn’t stop him from coming in must meant that she knew him to her and…
Fantasy
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George continued walking towards the door and Malee need not be told a second time to open the door with her fingers. The door opened with the smell of cleaning chemicals rushing out to greet them. Malee squeezed her nose and walked into the door to look at an enormous room with a large wooden…
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Malee reach over to the scanner and placed her thumb over it and the lift door opened with a smell of rose-scented perfume rushed out from the lift. Malee could tell it was the favorite scent of Georgia and an expensive one at that. Once they were in the lift, George pointed at the top…
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The car changed to the right most lane and started speeding as soon as they reached the main highway. George’s handling of the car was perfect as she had seen. It was certainly better than Michael and he had been driving his mother to the market for years. George must have been driving almost daily…
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Malee could feel the stress in Mary’s voice. She knew first-hand how hard it is to please either of them, let alone both. Only their parents could have silenced them and with their mother dead and their father busy with political matters, they were uncontrollable. It was a good thing that their mother left them…
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Mary spoke first after a long silence from everyone. “George, we talk about this later but for now, why not go to the new mall and see how you can improve it?” George nodded softly and walked away without looking at Malee whose eyes were on the floor all those time. “You are always too…
Writers’ Journal #233 – Fried Potato – 116
As she was remembering her past life in the slum with her father, her phone rang. It was Georgia. “Yes.” answered Malee immediately. Georgia didn’t like to wait, Malee knew. She had seen her shouted at a cashier for not packing her clothes quickly and making her wait. “Come over to the pond.” said Georgia…
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Malee wondered if she should chase after George and ask him what was it that so important for him to chase after Mary and Georgia, but the look on his face said do not disturb to her. She sighed and went back to clearing the plates and forks on the table. She smiled as she…
Writers’ Journal #231 – Fried Potato – 114
“Ah..” said George upon hearing it. “Want me to call Mary?” asked Malee. George shook his head immediately. “I just want to discuss something with her.” continued George when Michael came into the kitchen. His clothes were drenched with sweat and was carrying a large basket full of dirt. He must have been working in…
Writers’ Journal #230 – Fried Potato – 113
Malee sighed. Georgia could be a really hard mistress to please, she thought to herself. If she were to survive in the employment under Georgia, she would need to use all her instincts and knowledge that she had gained from the old and new life. She took the bottle and poured the last drop of…