“Isn’t the display a little ostentatious?” Maryanne asked in a whisper.
The plight of over 400 children lay in the palms of his hands and he was sweating the idea. He wasn’t a father, had no children as yet but he’d been raised by loving caring firm adaptable parents who meant everything to George. Their ideals lived on in him though they’d been gone these many years.
The Langford wasn’t just any school. It was THE school parents sent their precocious children to with the hopes that their little ‘darling’ would become the next Abe Lincoln, Maya Angelou, or Albert Einstein. Angela smiled, ‘anything was possible’.
Marty was a man of great depth which may or may not be apparent from his outward appearance. Some thought him cavalier in manner and dress but in fact, the was an advocate of respect dependability reliability loyalty and it didn’t stop there.
“Great!” Nina thought. Once again they’d rejected her proposal in expecting sweeping changes they felt would generate a larger profit. She realized they were all about the bottom line and making more money and it was understandable. Ameliorate! Bah humbug!
It was as if June had lived in a bygone era. Sarah always smiled because when she spoke, she used words that were rarely heard these days. Words like tarry, repartee, skullduggery, compunction, timorous, lithe, and tryst.
The difference between points of view on the subject ranged from minimal interest or disinterest to full-blown screaming matches. Dalia expected a mix from basic uninterest to a heated debate that hopefully wouldn’t turn into a full-blown argument.
Maggy didn’t like calling anyone old, but Mr. Watson suited the term rather well. He was grouchy, surly, uncouth, arrogant, independent and a bit of a jerk. She couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been like in his youth and whether-or-not his churlishness came from the inability to do all that he once had.
Reg was ecstatic…he was going to Hawaii, a life long dream come true! It meant a whole new beginning. Putting the past behind him and starting a new life, at least that’s what he hoped. Okay, ecstatic was pushing it. He’d settle for relieved…
Hiding in plain sight usually worked. Nothing conspicuous about that, when done right. He’d learned long ago that attempting to look inconspicuous only added interest. Blending worked best and that was his current plan.
Stella had honed her craft and felt ready to show the world. Anticipation held her within its grasp; it was as nervewracking as it was exciting. Those first few visitors responses would tell the tale.
Lindsey should have felt sad, upset, disturbed, concerned. Yet not one of those emotions had found a home in her. Instead, she felt relief, the greatest relief of her life. As she sat on the park bench overlooking the lake, watching the skies hues change as the day became warmer,
“Unconnected solitary. Whether in a room full of people or by yourself, it can happen.” As I read this I wondered, how in the world could that possibly occur? To have personally felt the depths of loneliness on several occasions to the extent that you felt completely disconnected with anyone? I read on: “Once
To whom it may concern… what a lonely sentence. Or perhaps beginning would be a better term, a more apt term. Doesn’t it carry the idea of, indeed the weight of, loneliness…as in…if there is someone out there that cares, might care, should care, in fact does care (but
It wasn’t a plausible scenario, the detective decided after surveying the area from all angles. For the life of him, as he’d attempted to wrap his mind around the scene as described, there were too many flaws to accept the man’s statement as truth or take it at face value.
Marcus was an unknown entity. Moving through the ranks quickly owing to his brilliance, they knew he would be spectacular at his job, but was he a people person and how did he lead his team? Was he hands-on, a micro-manager, a know it all, or would he give his team the opportunity to do their thing their way, a way that worked exceedingly well for them? That was the question uppermost in everyone’s mind.
As accustomed as he was to having his every wish granted, whether it be the latest game available, the fastest computer on the planet, the most brilliant of accessories, he wasn’t stuck on himself either, his ego wasn’t writing cheques his body couldn’t cash.
A triumphant cheer rose from the crowd. People were on their feet jumping up and down waving arms and cheering uproariously. The camera panned the crowd to capture couples kissing and hugging as other high fived each other. It was an exciting long-awaited moment. Five long years since they’d captured the title!
Numbers don’t lie he thought. The data would seem to indicate they had broken the back of their slump. There seemed to be renewed interest in the process. Jake slumped against his chair in relief.
Stella’s comment garnered a sideways glance from Darren who all but spit out his tongue. The look said, ‘what the hell’ since they’d agreed this wasn’t the time to broach the subject. He dropped his head in resignation. That’s Stella he thought. Always the unexpected.
Jeremy had no doubts about his future. He was one of those fascinating people who believed it would be so and it was. He needed a job, he was confident he’d get one and he had, on his first try.
If Steven’s research was correct, and he knew without a doubt it was, then they could do no better than add Nancy Fairmont to their company. She was clearly a front runner and would bring huge benefits to the company in her expertise; her abilities in communication were legendary, as well as her intuitive understanding of people and relationships. She was an all-round winner.
Amy could attest the truth of Judy’s words for she’d been present when they were spoken. The problem was she wasn’t sure anyone would believe her since she was the office jokester and they all knew it. She was concerned she might make the situation worse for Judy instead of better.