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Authors: Emma Taylor
she enjoyed being comfortable with someone.
Later when she had stroked Kurt’s paw until he went to sleep she fell asleep in the hall, and dreamed. In the dream she and Kurt were at a stream, having a picnic lunch and laughing. It was a peaceful rest they both had that night.
Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
THE END
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Can’t Go Back
-Chapter 1-
Here’s what you most need to know most about Alexandria Bill: She hated New York City.
While most people were trying to get into New York, she was trying to get out. She’d grown up there, in the borough of Brooklyn, and had come to resent the concrete jungle, the towering peaks of buildings along the horizon, the rats that came out at night and scurried along the garbage bags stacked up on the curb. She’d been trapped in a maze of sidewalks her whole life, but what she really yearned for were trees. Trees and grass and little creeks that made their way through meandering woods.
Ever since she was a young girl, she’d been collecting pictures of this other world she coveted. Her favorite section of the New York Times was the Sunday travel section and she’d cut out her favorite pictures of green paradises from all over Europe and the United States. By the time she was ten, she’d selected Bavaria in Germany and Yellowstone National Park as the two top spots on her wish list.
To her father, there was no other place beyond New York. He came from a long line of people who had spent their whole lives there, who had worked and breathed and lived and died in New York and it was unimaginable to them that anyone would want to live anywhere else. To the Bill family, the city was the epicenter of the Universe and they knew its history and its neighborhoods and its nooks and crannies like the rest of the New Yorkers who believed the city belonged to them.
She had lived her whole life at 17 Quackenbush Avenue in Brooklyn, three doors down from her grandparents and two streets west of her cousins. Her mother had left when Alex was two and her father had raised her alone. His parents had bought them the house on Quackenbush and they’d become a tight family, sharing Sunday dinners, existing between the family homes spread out in the old Brooklyn neighborhood. Her grandparents regarded raising a family as a communal process, something that was the responsibility of everyone that shared their DNA.
The only person who knew her secret dreams was her grandfather. He’d taken her upstate twice when she was growing up----once to a state park that had a giant waterfall accessed by a long, winding trail and another time they’d stayed overnight in the hills of the Catskill Mountains. She’d looked at the ancient woods as a city all in itself, with its own towering structures and its own sounds, but it was a place of peace. She hadn’t missed the noise of the never-ending traffic and the bustle of people moving when she was in the woods, but had instead reveled in the solitude of the place. The silence seemed to be a sound all in itself.
Her father had been a doorman for most of his adult life. The posh West Side apartment where he worked was a little world unto itself and he knew everything about the people who lived there. He knew their names, their pet’s names and their children’s names. He knew who was divorcing whom, who was having an affair, and where they worked and what they were having for dinner.
He’d never dreamed of doing anything else. He felt like he was plugged into the heart of the city working there, as if he were connected to its soul with an electric cord.
Alex wanted nothing to do with it.
She thought the real movers and shakers in New York were the ones who made it sparkle. Everyone else merely existed to keep those people happy, and her father was one of those people. She thought he was lost in his own little dream, believing he
Later when she had stroked Kurt’s paw until he went to sleep she fell asleep in the hall, and dreamed. In the dream she and Kurt were at a stream, having a picnic lunch and laughing. It was a peaceful rest they both had that night.
Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
THE END
Your FREE bonus story is on the next page!
Your Free Bonus Story. Enjoy!
Can’t Go Back
-Chapter 1-
Here’s what you most need to know most about Alexandria Bill: She hated New York City.
While most people were trying to get into New York, she was trying to get out. She’d grown up there, in the borough of Brooklyn, and had come to resent the concrete jungle, the towering peaks of buildings along the horizon, the rats that came out at night and scurried along the garbage bags stacked up on the curb. She’d been trapped in a maze of sidewalks her whole life, but what she really yearned for were trees. Trees and grass and little creeks that made their way through meandering woods.
Ever since she was a young girl, she’d been collecting pictures of this other world she coveted. Her favorite section of the New York Times was the Sunday travel section and she’d cut out her favorite pictures of green paradises from all over Europe and the United States. By the time she was ten, she’d selected Bavaria in Germany and Yellowstone National Park as the two top spots on her wish list.
To her father, there was no other place beyond New York. He came from a long line of people who had spent their whole lives there, who had worked and breathed and lived and died in New York and it was unimaginable to them that anyone would want to live anywhere else. To the Bill family, the city was the epicenter of the Universe and they knew its history and its neighborhoods and its nooks and crannies like the rest of the New Yorkers who believed the city belonged to them.
She had lived her whole life at 17 Quackenbush Avenue in Brooklyn, three doors down from her grandparents and two streets west of her cousins. Her mother had left when Alex was two and her father had raised her alone. His parents had bought them the house on Quackenbush and they’d become a tight family, sharing Sunday dinners, existing between the family homes spread out in the old Brooklyn neighborhood. Her grandparents regarded raising a family as a communal process, something that was the responsibility of everyone that shared their DNA.
The only person who knew her secret dreams was her grandfather. He’d taken her upstate twice when she was growing up----once to a state park that had a giant waterfall accessed by a long, winding trail and another time they’d stayed overnight in the hills of the Catskill Mountains. She’d looked at the ancient woods as a city all in itself, with its own towering structures and its own sounds, but it was a place of peace. She hadn’t missed the noise of the never-ending traffic and the bustle of people moving when she was in the woods, but had instead reveled in the solitude of the place. The silence seemed to be a sound all in itself.
Her father had been a doorman for most of his adult life. The posh West Side apartment where he worked was a little world unto itself and he knew everything about the people who lived there. He knew their names, their pet’s names and their children’s names. He knew who was divorcing whom, who was having an affair, and where they worked and what they were having for dinner.
He’d never dreamed of doing anything else. He felt like he was plugged into the heart of the city working there, as if he were connected to its soul with an electric cord.
Alex wanted nothing to do with it.
She thought the real movers and shakers in New York were the ones who made it sparkle. Everyone else merely existed to keep those people happy, and her father was one of those people. She thought he was lost in his own little dream, believing he
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