tailieunhanh - The Belletrist A collection of short stories

The floor was peppered with straw; a wheelbarrow hunkered in the aisle between the two columns of stalls. As the young man and the horses filed in, they horses knew where they belonged, | The Belletrist A collection of short stories by Miranda Mayer Smashwords Edition Copyright 2011 Miranda Mayer Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you re reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only then please return to and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. CONTENTS Á Desirable End A better life at last. Continuation A family affair. Food Shocking Truth. Her Feeding a Myth. Jacob Welcomed Imposter. Lace Genteel Murder She Finally Did It Relief 3 Micro-Stories 150 words or less Normality Invisible Girl Camouflage A Desirable End True silence could be deafening. It was something Adrian had never truly experienced before everything fell apart although he had thought he had. But true silence meant removing the cars from the distant highway and the planes from the sky the background hum of electricity the quiet whir of motors in the appliances lights and infrastructure that he used to take for granted. The collective din of these things often made things like the wind and birdsong barely detectable on a day to day basis mere background noise. Now the dead silence made these simple natural things seem raucous. He stood on the curb looking out at the cracked pavement where tall grasses had taken root in the fissures and gone to seed the feathery stalks swaying quietly in the breeze. He could clearly remember what silence was then when everything worked. Now it was heavily stonily still. He could hear the papery feathers of the crow on the cable above him rustle as it preened. He could hear the buzzing of the blue-bottles that circled a pile of horse manure in the middle of the street. Somewhere a thrush made a song and a loose sign creaked in the low