Thoughts on the Year that Was 2012: Ten Sentence Story #172

As Jerald and his wife Matilda watched the New Year’s Eve countdown on television, they talked about the year that had just passed and how happy they were to have each other.

Jerald recalled how happy he was to have an office to go to in the morning, even if it meant that sometimes he would have to have less than pleasant encounters on the train — but it was these encounters that sometimes reminded him of how lucky he was in life.

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No Thanks!: Ten Sentence Story #164

One day, Jerald was walking into a building and noticed that someone was walking right behind him, and so he held the door open for that person.

The person walked through the door and barely looked at Jerald, let alone acknowledge or say anything to him, leaving Jerald just staring at the person’s back and wondering why he got no simple thank you for his effort.

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Hard to Sleep: Ten Sentence Story #157

Although Jerald and his wife traditionally went to bed at the same time, on one particular evening Jerald had been staring at the alarm clock for nearly an hour now, and though time kept on going by he was having an impossible time falling asleep.

He was really hoping that if he just lay there long enough, that sleep would eventually overcome him and he could get some rest for his weary body.

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The After Work Routine: Ten Sentence Story #154

After he got home from a long day at work, Jerald had a nightly tradition that he carefully followed with help from his wife.

A day spent in the trenches of his cubicle rich office and being surrounded by nothing but talk of computer programming made Jerald long for something more cultural and interesting.

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Making New Friends: Ten Sentence Story #151

Jerald had a difficult time finding friends at the age of thirty-four.

He wasn’t the sort of person to go out to bars and didn’t participate in most group sports.

He further did not particularly enjoy the kind of music that would get one out of the house and into a music venue and so he never met anyone that way.

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