A Story In
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The Walkers
We have walked about 30,000 miles together. That’s more than once around the circumference of the earth. On clear mornings a sliver moon greets us. Autumn brings magic. From summer’s green comes a cacophony of color. Winter evenings are deeply dark. Light the torch to check the footing.
“Hey, you’re the walkers.” Our neighbors cheer. “Are you married?”
“Almost forty-five years...to each other. We’ve had many stumbles, a few un-calamitous falls but always get back up.”
“So what do you talk about?” A few have asked this. We communicate in silence. Each small step a giant leap for matrimony.
From Guest Contributor Sam Brody
House Guest
A puppy was shivering in freezing wind and Bholu decided to bring it home and provide shelter for a night. He hid it from his granny, but as soon as Bholu dozed off to sleep the puppy came out and started licking the old granny's feet. The poor lady screamed and woke up from her sleep. The puppy got scared and hid under a cupboard in the room. Granny caught hold of a torch and flashed it under the cupboard. She saw two sparkling eyes gazing at her. She pulled it out and wondered how it got into the house.
From Guest Contributor Preeti Singh
Preeti is an Indian French interpreter, international author, and scriptwriter. In her free time, she loves to play sundry characters for television series.
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The Remains
Stephanie allowed her eyes to adjust as silhouettes gradually manifested in the murkiness of the cabin. Even this deep, the difference between dim ocean floor and the total blackness within the shipwreck was stark.
After a few minutes, she saw the safe's boxy outline in one corner. Her fingers delicately worked the dial, hoping corrosion had not ruined the mechanism.
Stephanie spied two spotlights through the empty window. The competition. She worked faster without a torch, one of the reasons her employer always came to her first.
The safe opened. Inside: nothing but remains.
The question: Would her pursuers believe?
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