Sheila despised that bunch of youths who hovered near the taxicab stand every morning, waiting for her to pass by, so they could hoot and whistle each time. 102 more words
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They both were happy in their own world, least bothered about the rest, leading a life like a perfect made- for- each- other couple.
Happily they were flying and roaming the sky, when a hunter shot one of them dead, to fulfill his own needs, and boasting the world with his excellent piece of hunt of the morning. 140 more words
At the picnic after the parade, while vets still in pieces of once-better-fitting uniforms hugged and slapped backs, laughing or whispering recollections, my cousin Brian sat at a table away from everyone drinking two sixes of Miller he’d lined up in columns of two, holding each one up in front of him before he chugged it down. 236 more words