The Cold Shoulder

It was Friday evening and outside the sun was setting. He was sitting on the sofa and the phone was beside him on speaker. He had decided to call this time instead of doing the usual ZOOM call. Usually, his mother answered the phone but this time, his father did. "Hi, Dad." "Hi, Jason." "How …

The Letters

Her eyes went straight to the desk where she expected to see it and there it was.  Heart thudding, she walked into the classroom and picking it up, she examined it.  It was the same long, plain white envelope with her name written neatly on the front.  She got one every Thursday since the beginning …

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