Peter was staring at the movie, although he was not focusing on it at all. There were two Cassies, one on each side of him, holding him tightly. He looked down at each of their smiling faces as they watched the movie. They both looked up at him at the same time.
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[Begin apocalypse log #59]
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After Everything
It’s a weird era to live in. When the last pandemic hit a few generations ago, everything changed. Of course, this is not in any of the history books. We only hear whispers of the days we cannot even begin to imagine. My grandmother used to tell me how her mother lived quite a different life.
As he thought back to what had happened, Peter felt a surge of guilt needling its way through his skin, but he attempted to stifle it as best he could. It was his fault, he knew that, there was no denying it.
Esther
Esther was never one to pay attention. Always the wanderer, Charles would say. As the two sat in the drawing room on their red velvet chairs, facing the fireplace with its elaborate mantelpiece, he occasionally noticed Esther glance at her Hamilton diamond watch, but not for the sake of admiration.
A Comfortable Prison
Thanks to my father, my childhood was filled with trips to the zoo. Ever-fascinated by the diversity, he found the zoo to be an amalgam of unique creatures to explore and study. That's what I loved most about my father, his endless love for all forms of life.
Bells
And thus on that delightful day my worries washed away with a visit to the three sisters Belle. I once crossed paths with the eldest during a particularly crass predicament. To protect my pride, I'll omit what occurred that day; but by the end of it, I owed the dame a few dimes.