Short Stories

No more texts… part 14

Larry stopped the recorder and restarted it. “We received many 911 calls last night in regards to this same incident. I was one of the first detectives on the scene. In the courtyard, there were residents congregated outside in small groups talking about what they thought happened. It was like any other scene until I …

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No more texts… part 13.

Although Sabrina was curious to get the information, she was also afraid to hear the answer. The sound of a gunshot and the thought of it swiftly taking the breath of a life away caused her to faint. The reality hit her that Carlos might be dead, and it was all her fault.

I Left My Spacious Bedroom To Sleep In A Stranger’s Closet.

Where will I sleep? I muttered to myself as I walked back to my room. There were no other bedrooms available. How can she employ live-in workers and not provide us with a comfortable bedroom? This set-up was not right at all. Mrs. Nagy was all about money and no honey. She hired us from outside …

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“Well, First, I was told that I would get paid two thousand dollars per month. Now you are telling me fifteen hundred dollars. How is that?”    “You do not have any experience. If I see where you have grasped the concept and is doing a good job, I will give you two hundred dollars …

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I Left My Spacious Bedroom To Sleep In A Stranger’s Closet.

I went into the bedroom where my suitcase was to get ready for bed. I asked Carmen where her room was, and she laughed.  “Bedroom? I do not have a bedroom,” she answered. “Where do you sleep?” I asked her. If not a bedroom, probably she used a blown-up mattress as I did in Florida. …

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I Left My Spacious Bedroom To Sleep In A Stranger’s Closet.

After the unexpected delay with the connecting flight, I was finally in Houston. I did not have to go through the routine of customs because this was a domestic flight. I was allowed into the country by the Florida Customs and Border Protection (CBP) officer. I grabbed my suitcase and walked toward the door for …

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I Left My Spacious Bedroom To Sleep In A Stranger’s Closet.

My heart was pounding in my chest. There I was in a stranger’s house, and nobody knew where I was. Although I had messengered my mother to tell her that I had landed, I did not tell her what hotel I would be staying upon arrival because I was not privy to the name. I …

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I Left My Spacious Bedroom To Sleep In A Stranger’s Closet.

“Oh, no! Mommy, I left the expired passport that had the visa in it. What am I going to do?” I was panicking and begun pacing around my suitcase. It was 7:23 a.m., and boarding would start at 9:20.  “Does that mean you will not go to America today?” Junior asked.  “Not now, Junior, I’m …

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I Left My Spacious Bedroom To Sleep In A Stranger’s Closet.

I called Sheila and inquired about the where and when. She told me that the job was in Texas, but I should book the plane ticket to Florida, and the agency would purchase my ticket from Florida to Houston, Texas. I would then take a taxi and go to a hotel for one night and …

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Left My Spacious Bedroom And Slept In A Stranger’s Closet.

It was a beautiful Sunday evening, and my mother and I had just walked into the house from church. The pastor preached a sermon about loving thy neighbor as thy self. My mood was of a blessed child who believed that once there is life, there is hope. I kicked off the high heels I …

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