“Yes Malee. Where are you? I’ve been trying to look for you.” said Mary in a worried tone. Malee explained to her what had happened and added that someone else was with her too. Mary sighed and understood what she had to do. She asked for the name of the name of the man in…
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Writers’ Journal #211 – Fried Potato – 94
They arrived at the central police station soon after and Malee immediately noticed the newly coated paints on the building as well as several other improvements to it. The ground had become larger with several large trees on the premise, giving it a more welcoming look than one would expect from a police station. They…
Writers’ Journal #210 – Fried Potato – 93
The stench within the bus and the heat made him dizzy till George had to hold on to the pole besides him. He could only hope the sticky substance he felt on the pole could be washed easily later. The bus swayed and horned as the traffic became heavier as they approached the city’s central….
Writers’ Journal #209 – Fried Potato – 92
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…
Writers’ Journal #208 – Fried Potato – 91
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…
Writers’ Journal #206 – Fried Potato – 89
“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….
Writers’ Journal #205 – Fried Potato – 88
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…