Have tissues ready . . .
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The One Bedroom Ark
Noah Coyne began to count the cash in his till. The flashing of the crosswalk light on the corner caused him to look up. His reflection in the store’s front window flashed yellow every time it blinked. Outlining his proud chin and the life lines etched across his brow, the amber beam outlines a handsome man of seventy-one. The image reflected in the glass has dark holes for eyes for the faint light cannot capture the vibrancy of the owner’s gaze. Eyes of the darkest blue, like fresh steel, stare out at the empty street in front of his store. The pavement, wet and slick from a drizzling rain, shines yellow and black, yellow and black, until the warning light suddenly stops. He looks up, wondering if the person he can see crossing the street might be coming his way – one more customer…
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Thanks Chris. Appreciate your sharing.
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You’re very welcome, Allan 😀
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Me too! I couldn’t find Alan’s collection of short stories on Amazon. So I’m waiting to find out what happens too!
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😃
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Thanks for reblogging Allan’s story, Chris xx
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My pleasure, Sue – looking forward to reading the next episode 😃❤️
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Me too… that’s a heck of an emotional cliffhanger 🙂
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InDEED 😱
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LOL!
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