Sarah Rafferty Younger Novels & Stories

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE: Sarah Sarah Carr ran down her hallway and stopped before a mirror to check her cropped, spiked hair. “Pushing sixty-three but I don’t look a day over forty-five.” Her laughter was a sad, husky sound in this house. Self-affirmations like these got her through the day.

"Don't mind her. Sarah's just protective. She's the CEO of three companies and thinks everyone needs her approval." "Two and a half companies," Sarah corrected. "The third merger isn't final yet." I started setting up my equipment while Eleanor filled me in on her family. "Sarah here is the oldest. Then there's Richard Junior, everyone calls him RJ, he runs the East Coast operations. Then Adan, who you know. And then..." Her voice got softer. "And then there was my youngest. My baby girl." The missing daughter. The one who'd been taken when she was two.

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

She knew that Sarah loves to irritate her but this time Sarah sounded so firm, Why? "Don't tell me you don't know," Sarah asked surprised, her eyes boring staring into hers. "Know what?" Myra asked, "You are sixteen now and according to the elders, you'll get married now ", said Sarah sarcastically, "Oh...Yeah...! I know," Myra said irritatingly, Sarah was shocked as to how could Myra, a girl who makes a scene out of anything, took such a serious thing so easily. "You know?" Sarah exclaimed. A sarcastic smirk tugged at the corner of Myra's lips and she swirled around in the room,

Sarah brilliantly portrayed a charming elderly male doctor, while she took on the role of a rather whiny, hypochondriac female patient. Surprisingly, despite Sarah being a year and a half older, they instantly formed a strong friendship. They discovered a multitude of shared interests, including a similar sense of humor, matching musical and cinematic tastes, and common views on significant global issues. Sarah, a native of Innsbruck, resided with her parents in a cozy home and had a close-knit group of friends, many of whom she had known since their kindergarten days. Additionally, her younger brother was pursuing studies in Vienna.

She entered the office and when Fred saw her, he was surprised as if they knew each other from before. “We meet again” Fred said smiling. They definitely know each other. “Hi Fred” Sarah replied smiling as well. “Do you guys know each other?” I asked while obviously the answer is right in front of me. “We met outside the company a while ago” Sarah replied. Somehow her reply made me slightly angry as right now I figured out that she’s the girl Fred was daydreaming about. Of course, she’s beautiful, pretty and everything Fred has said about her earlier. Thinking about any men talking about her like that makes me very jealous. Even back then when we were together, I used to be jealous from any

"This unfilial girl ! Raising her is worse than raising a dog. She forgot all about me after living a good life. Now she dares to hide that she bought an apartment without telling me, her mother!" "Mom, don't call her Zach anymore! Her name is sarah now. Don't make her angry as I came here to ask for her help." The speaker was another skinny-looking man in his thirties. Gray Tail heard the name. He stopped. Fifth floor. sarah. Were these people looking for her? The nearly sixty-year-old short and fat woman had yellowish skin and face was filled with imprints of time. At first glance, she was a woman who worked in the sun often.

The young Afghan woman shakes her head and smiles. - No problem, ma'am. – she says, placing the food on Saphira's table almost at the same time Saphira's food arrived, accompanied by hot tea. - It seems we have the same taste in food. – the woman says, laughing. She holds out her hand and says – my name is Sarah, and I am an aerospace engineer at NASA. - Wow! That's a big job. You must be very intelligent. Sarah laughs. I'm not exactly a genius. If I were one, I wouldn't have gone without a vacation for five years, and I was already married. I'm 35 years old, almost too old to have children—not that I want to have children—Sarah chuckles.