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Unexpected Hero
The restaurant was emptying out. There was a romantic couple in the corner that might need some urging, but the rest of the couples seemed anxious to end the evening elsewhere, hopefully, in the arms of their significant other or … Continue reading
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The bustling pub was crowded with young folks, the waiter tip toed around tables, saving their trays full of glasses and crockeries as the customers were pulling and throwing each other in inebriated state. A young gentleman must be in … Continue reading
Lesson 1 – In the Atic
Just a moment earlier, I had been floating in happy anticipation of the attic’s silence and airiness. The day was warm enough for me to spend a quiet afternoon there, watching dust particles shimmer and swirl in slender beams of … Continue reading
Lesson 1- Atypical Saturday Night
Lesson 1- Atypical Saturday Night As Millie sits on her couch, crocheting an afghan for one of her grandchildren, she watches Wheel of Fortune on the television. Typically, Millie solves the puzzle well before the contestants and often wonders … Continue reading
The unexpected encounter
She was, simply put, slightly unbalanced. Not unhinged, but never quite finding the middle ground on any spectrum. A little volatile. A touch reckless. Too passionate and feeling, and too often, dangerously veering to the wrong side when faced with … Continue reading
Rachel’s Discontent
The evening was slowly approaching, the normal hot and humid evening weekend that Rachel simply reviled in her steady humdrum life here amidst the castle walls. Casually gazing out the open windows of her room, she sighed not wanting to … Continue reading
Saturday Night
If it weren’t for the email, it would have been a normal Saturday night. Continue reading