No Choice But to Keep Going

George looked at his watch. He raised his sight and looked out through the window. Was it too late to drive home? After all it was raining and one of the wiper of the car was missing.  He looked at his watch again and he made a decision. There was really no choice.  The exam was next morning and it was only the most important test ever that would validate all his college years.

It was going to be dark soon so he hurried up, packed all his stuff for the weekend and rechecked everything he needed.  He saw the calculator on top of his bedside table, right next to the broken sunglasses. What was he thinking?  He couldn’t forget the most important tool for the test.  He picked up the calculator, the car keys and his bag.  He opened the door.  It was raining hard now.  His car was not far away from the door.  He ran under the rain and nervously took more time to open the door than he normally would.  It was not going to be easy.  He looked at his watch for the third time.  It was 6:00 PM.  He thought he should be home by 9 o’clock.

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The Super Moon and the Lycanthrope’s Friends

The alarm went off.  George opened his eyes, stood up still sleepy, walked to the  TV stand, hit the snooze button, turned around, walked to the bed and went back to sleep.  He would probably go through the same routine two more times before waking up fully.  If the cell phone alarm was next to the bed, George wouldn’t wake up for an hour.  It was early in the morning of a Saturday.  George regretted working six days a week because there was no way to enjoy the weekend.  At least he had something to look forward to, it was poker night tonight.

Lincey had waited all day for a phone call. 

“Hello”, she said.

“Hi, how was your day?”, replied George noticing the tone, “It’s great to hear your voice.  Love you.”

“My day was OK, thanks.  Love you too.  At what time will you pick me up for the poker night.”, she was into poker too.  It was the best way to gamble without risking money.  Their friends played for fun, and if they bet anything, it would be a couple of bucks. 

George arrived at Lincey’s home at the agreed time.  She looked beautiful.  He had always loved her red curly hair and her gorgeous green eyes.   After a sweet kiss, they continued to Frank’s house.  They parked their car just behind Samantha’s car.  The night was cold and somewhat overcast.  He looked up to find the moon but it was hiding behind the clouds.  He had read there was going to be a “super moon” that night.   It was a shame it was overcast.  “Maybe later.”, he thought.
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Beatrice, Alice and the King

She woke up in the middle of the night, opened her eyes to the darkness.  She couldn’t sleep.  She couldn’t get “the thought” out of her mind.  It was driving  her crazy!  Would she ever be able to sleep again?  It had been a year since her father death and it had not been easy.  The Royal Ceremonial funeral and mourning had been a very emotional time.  The outpouring of the people had been beyond her expectation, and yet, it did little to comfort her.  Beatrice slept in the biggest of beds, as would be expected for a princess, surrounded by dozens of pillows and under the softest of sheets.  The bed sat in the middle of the most beautiful room.  Her room would’ve been able to house a couple of families, but for her, it was a small prison.  To the left lay a door to the balcony.

Beatrice got out of bed and walked to the balcony’s door pausing for a moment.  She opened the door and stepped outside.  Her balcony faced south and she could see the moon dancing above her in the sky.    The breeze was cold but smooth, caressing her skin softly.  She could see some lights in the village below; it was earlier in the morning and even though it was still dark and sunrise would be in a couple of hours, villagers got up early to work on the fields.  To the West was the Lake of Hope, named a quarter of a century ago, after the victory on the battle at the lake.   The King’s army defeated the Tonglusians, giving hope the war would be won.  That was many years ago and the Tonglusians had since been defeated.  To the East lay the Kossance mountain range, with colossal peaks dressed in white with snow.  Of course, at that hour, Beatrice could only see their silhouette, against the dark blue sky giving the first hints of morning.  The air smelled fresh and she could hear some dogs barking in the distance, as well as, the rooster’s morning songs.  Beatrice stood for hours contemplating HER kingdom.
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