The man who walked up to the gangster came back quietly to his seat and sat down. Soon, he and his partner left the shop as well , leaving Malee and her friends as the only group of customers besides the owner who was still shaking by the corner of the shop. George walked up…
Fantasy
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Malee noticed the customers leaving the stall one by one without finishing their meals as the men had arrived. They surrounded the owner into a corner and starting shouting at him. Malee stood up along with her friends to leave the place. She had no intention of getting involveed with them after what had happened…
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“Let’s go somewhere to eat.” said Malee. “How about the coffee house at the top of the street we used to meet?” suggested one of them. Malee was surprised , to say the least. She was under the impression that the place had been changed after she and George were taken into the police station. She nodded….
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break for a month.
Writers’ Journal #204 – Fried Potato – 87
After Georgia and the professor had left the table, Mary appeared from behind them. “I am proud of you, Malee. Nobody could imagine you would graduate, and definitely not with a top 3 prize.” smiled Mary. In her head, she sighed. If only her son could be more hardworking. She raised the glass from her…
Writers’ Journal #203 – Fried Potato – 86
The ushers brought Malee, along with two other students into a room with drinks and told to wait for their turn for the prizes, Malee had the time observe the other two students. The first being a boy she had never seen before on the campus, but his face looked somewhat familiar to Malee. He…
Writers’ Journal #202 – Fried Potato – 85
“That you graduated from the university with your own effort? Very well done!” said Georgia with her right thumb up. “Ok. Now, help me get up from the tub and dry.” Malee nodded. She helped to clear the plate and then pulled up Georgia’s body out of the tub and dried it well with the…
Writers’ Journal #201 – Fried Potato – 84
“The bath is ready.” said Malee. Georgia was lying on the bed, still in her bathrobe. She looked tired. It must have been the jet-lag that Malee had read in books but had never experienced before since she had never been on a plane before. Perhaps, with the money she had saved from the pocket…
Writers’ Journal #199 – Fried Potato – 83
The lift conveniently brought her to the upper floor beside Georgia’s room, where a small storeroom existed originally. Malee lifted the vacuum cleaner out of the lift, and into Georgia’s room to clean up before Georgia coming back for lunch. It was a hard work, but she couldn’t ask the rest of the servants to…
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“Can’t you smell it?” asked Malee. The perfume that Georgia was spreading across the hall and the room should still linger inside the car, Malee thought. It was the favorite of Georgia and John should have no trouble recognizing it, if Malee could do so after seeing Georgia only for a short while before she…