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She recklessly kissed her lover, as they stood blanketed by the typhoon rain, oblivious to the angry skies. Across the street, a man peaked from under his hoodie, livid and ashamed for his
lost love. He clutched his .45 and squeezed.
Domingo needed an escape from a life that seemed to be on perennial overdrive -- dogged by meetings, conferences and business trips. His exodus was delayed by a conference call, so he had to step on the gas to make his destination before dark. As he raced up the mountain road to an exclusive forest resort, Dom heard his right rear tire blow up, sending him skidding through a side rail and off the rocky cliff.
As Domingo fell to his death, the day he brushed off changing the exposed threads on his tires to rush to a client visit, flashed before him. He closed his eyes regretting ever saving time, rather than spending it on the soulful life he always wanted.
I held my breath as the strangely-dressed woman stepped on stage. As a she began to speak, my hands shook uncontrollably. I shoved them into my pockets to steady them.
The woman dipped her manicured claws into a glass bowl. She cleared her throat, drew the slip of paper closer to her face in a fluid motion and read, "Primrose Evergreen".
Relieved beyond words, I bowed my head and wept.
I held my breath as the strangely-dressed woman stepped on stage. As a she began to speak, my hands shook, fearing for my life. The woman dipped her manicured claws into a glass bowl. She cleared her throat, drew the slip of paper closer to her face in a fluid motion and read, "Primrose Evergreen". Relieved beyond words, I bowed my head and wept.
Daria pressed her keyboard frantically, oblivious to a key flying off and hitting her chin. From the corner of her eye, she saw the security squad walking briskly towards her, guns unholstered. She only had a few seconds to undo the network intrusion sentinel program. As the last string was entered, she laughed, knowing they were too late. The cyber attack has commenced.
She stared at the full length mirror just before heading out to accept her Nobel Prize. Her contributions to mankind are muted by a nagging voice telling her the striped gown makes her look fat.
Don Diego watched the fire engulf the house that his grandfather's grandfather built. The flames danced on the rooftops and leapt across the carriage way to the grape vines in a graceful plie. The crops! The wine! The end.
The bricks started falling one after the other. She spun and bobbed screaming for her life. She couldn't breathe. It was like the ceiling was closing in on her. She gasped as the last lop sided brick fell and the chimes rang. Tetris gained a new high score.
Beware the man with the disarming smile. He can command legions of the unwilling by baring his canines. He can intoxicate without letting the beholder realize her senses have been altered. He moves mountains with the curve of his lips and the arch of his brow. Such was my downfall.
The store crew stopped in their tracks as she walked in. Her hair was coiffed, her suit immaculate and her long legs were burdened from a day of carrying shopping bags. She oozed of disposable income. She boldly walked up to the senior sales person with a smirk. "I was in here yesterday, you wouldn't wait on me. You people work on commission, right? Big mistake. Big. Huge."
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